Page 193 of The Fine Line
I cut through the crowd, beeline to the private bathroom, and lock the door. In seconds, I’m lining the coke on the counter, snorting it fast and hard.
Relief hits like a wave.
No—bliss.
I stare at my reflection. Color’s back in my face. My eyes don’t look dead anymore.
A knock.
“Just a sec!” I call, wiping under my nose. I shove the baggie and card into my pockets, smooth my jacket, and unlock the door.
“All yours,” I say with a grin, feeling like myself again.
But the grin freezes.
Then doubles.
“You,” she says, eyes wide.
“You,” I echo.
Coffee shop girl.
“Sorry,” she smirks. “Heard someone ordered a sweet blonde double shot of espresso?”
The coke has me buzzing, but she’s the spark that might ignite the whole system.
I lean on the doorframe. “And to think I was just thinking this bathroom was missing something.”
She laughs, fingers grazing her glossy lips. “And that’s me?”
“That’s you,” I breathe.
“I should get back to my girlfriends,” she says, gaze flicking to my mouth.
“I think you should get in here.” I drop my voice. “Only if you want to.”
She doesn’t move. I take a step past her.
“Have a good night, Espresso?—”
Her hand wraps around my bicep. Before I can blink, she yanks me back into the bathroom. The door slams shut, the lock is clicked, and my mouth is on hers.
“You’ve got five minutes,” she whispers.
“All the time in the world,” I reply, lips on her neck, hand between her thighs.
I just get my first of what I know will be many moans out of her when someone knocks on the door.
“It’s in use!”I bark.
She conceals her giggle, reaching down and undoing my belt.
Another knock.
I snap. Slam my fist against the wall—nowhere near her, but she jumps. Something clatters to the floor.
“Door’s locked! It’s fucking occupied!” I shout.
