Ceci noticed a change in mood.
“Definitely not.” Anker laughed.
She heard some chuckles, but the laughter wasn’t as boisterous as it had been before the newcomer entered.
“Okay,” Hunter said, “that look says it all, drop it. It’s time we got out there anyways.”
There was a medley of zippers, followed by footsteps and running water. Soon thereafter she heard the door open and shut.
Gone.
Ceci opened the stall door and stepped out but stopped abruptly when she saw she was not alone.
The man glanced over his shoulder. As soon as his eyes met hers, clearly startled, he shifted, spraying a stream of urine across the urinals and into one corner of the men’s room.
Sir Stick Up His Ass.
Chapter Five
Clarke
Shit!” Clarke said, directing his aim back at the urinal.
Thank goodness he stopped himself from doing a full one-eighty and spraying the entire bathroom like he was Jackson Pollock and the walls his canvas.
She was grinning. Had the woman even had to take a moment to compose herself?
His sigh, part groan, was unmistakable and he made no effort to stifle it. “Is there no place that is sacred to you?”
She burst out laughing. “Sacred? Was that holy water? Were you, by chance, blessing the men’s room? Mon Dieu, I left my rosary at home.”
He was glad he had his back to her. And not just because his cock was exposed. He didn’t want her to seehimcrack a smile. He had no desire to encourage her.
“How aboutprivate? Even you have to admit this encounter highly improper.”
“You’re quite the stickler for etiquette, aren’t you, Sir”—she paused—“Insert Nomenclature of Choice.”
Just leave it, the rational part of his brain was telling him. But that other part of his brain recalled that kiss, that plucky turn in her upper lip, what his brothers had said and how he couldn’t remember a time when he’d looked the woman in the eye. Without a mask on anyways. Before he realized it, he heard himself speaking.
“Why so demure, Miss Rivers? I hardly think you’re concernedabout offending me given you’ve done it so many times before. We both know your nomenclature of choice.”
There was a pause before she spoke, and when she did, her voice tinkled with amusement.
“Perhaps what’s bothering you is being caught at adisadvantage.”
It was at that moment, Clarke realized he was no longer midstream. Ceci Rivers had turned his tap. Off.
Disadvantage?
When the next words spilled from his lips, it took him a moment to recognize his own voice.
“Disadvantage? What makes you so certain you’ve caught me with a … shortcoming?”
“Okay, present me with the proof. Turn around. You needn’t worry about the family jewels. I won’t try and steal them from you.”
“I should think not, as that would defeat the purpose.”
He heard a slight intake of air as she stifled a laugh. He’d caught her by surprise. A quiver of pleasure coursed through his veins.
