What We Do in the Night (Day to Night #1) - Stylo Fantome Page 0,64
didn't just take a taste when he kissed – Ari made a whole meal of her mouth, and she loved being devoured. She moaned and pushed her hips away from the wall, grinding them against his, feeling the bulge in his pants.
A sound outside the door stopped everything. Someone was knocking. They held still, their lips locked together, eyes open and staring at each other. The knocking came again, and they both realized it was on the door across the hall. Ari bit down on her bottom lip, making her moan softly, all while his hand started sliding around to the inside of her thigh.
“Ari?”
Valentine let out a startled whimper, but luckily Ari's hand was instantly over her mouth. She looked up at him with big eyes, but he was now staring at the door.
“She's at the men's room,” he murmured.
“Ari,” they could hear Harper's voice clearly. “I saw you come back here, I need to talk to you! Why won't you return my calls!? This isn't over, and you know it. And why were you over at Valentine's table? She's so gross, ug. Ari? Answer me!”
There was the sound of a door knob starting to turn. Valentine couldn't believe it, Harper was trying to stalk her ex-boyfriend down in a restaurant bathroom. But then there was a commotion. A man came out of the restroom, startling a shriek out of Harper. They listened to the click-clack of her heels as she hurried away.
Close. Too close. Way too fucking close.
“Oh my god,” Valentine gasped the moment Ari removed his hand. He smirked down at her.
“Exciting, no?”
“No!” she hissed, shoving him in the chest. “Not exciting! Terrifying! She could've come in here. You have to leave. Get out.”
He pressed up against her again, using all of his weight to pin her to the wall.
“When are you going to learn, Valentine,” he sighed, dipping his head to brush his lips against her neck. “I don't like being told what to do.”
“Please, Ari,” she whined, hating how much she loved his touch. “I can't ... I need that grade. I need her. If she finds us together, that's over. Please.”
“I love it when you beg,” he whispered, then he playfully nipped her on the neck before backing away. “Come to my place tonight.”
“No,” Valentine shook her head. “No way. I don't know how long Ralph wants to stay out tonight, I'm committed until one in the morning. And the way Psycho Barbie is acting, she'll probably stalk you down there, too, and then murder me if she -”
She lost her voice when he reached out and traced a finger down her cleavage. He was following a delicate silver chain that disappeared into her dress, and he pulled it away from her body. The key to his apartment swung on the end of it, warm from her body heat.
“I don't care about any of that,” Ari replied, swinging the key in front of her face. “And you wouldn't be wearing this if you hadn't been hoping for me to ask. Meet me there by ten.”
“Okay,” Val whispered, starting to tremble.
He dropped the key, and while she tucked it back into her dress, he turned to the sink and went about washing his hands.
“And Valentine,” he spoke loudly enough to be heard over the water. “Don't touch him again. Understood?”
He was staring at her in the mirror, so she nodded her head.
“Understood.”
“End the date,” he ordered, drying his hands. “And do not make another one. Don't touch him. Don't kiss him good night. Go to my place.”
“Okay.”
While she watched, he shoved a hundred dollar bill into the attendant's tip jar.
“See you at ten.”
Ari pulled open the door and strode out of the room, acting for all the world as if it were totally natural for a man to be hanging out in the ladies room.
Valentine waited for a full minute after he'd left before she opened the door again. She saw that there was a sign on it – “closed for maintenance” – and she sent up a silent prayer of thanks for the bathroom attendant lady.
“I was beginning to get worried,” Ralph chuckled when she took her seat. She laughed at him.
“Oh, there was something wrong,” she said, then laughed again. “I mean, with the bathroom. Some maintenance problem. Had to wait for a bit.”
“Surprising in a place like this,” he shook his head as he cut into his steak. “For these prices, the bathrooms should be in working order.”