Chapter Three
Not wanting my friends to know that I'm about to get some ass—ass they told me wouldn't come back my way—I head over to a table in the back near the bathroom, pretending to be on my phone. Like I have some important s**t to handle.
With an eagle eye on Demi, I watch as she rises from her seat, and walks by me, her finger sliding along my table as her eyes remain straight ahead on her destination. I glance over at our friends to make sure they don't suspect anything. I'm not in the mood to deal with their bullshit tonight. None of them are paying any attention to this end of the bar, so I follow her into the unisex bathroom, back to a stall on the far wall.
She steps in and I slide in after her, shutting and locking the door behind us.
“What—”
She grabs my shirt before I
