I’m soaking wet. Like, drenched. I feel underneath my dress as I sit back down at the table with Renata. My fingers come back dripping, warm. Fuck me. Why did I run away? Why on earth did I tell him I was married? I’m not ready for anything else. I don’t want to be with Darrin, but I definitely don’t want to start sleeping around just yet. I haven’t even packed my things.

This is so wrong. You don’t like feeling naughty? His words echo in my ears. What if he was to reach out and touch me? How would I react? Would I like it? Of course I would. I’d want him to go further. I’d want him to pick me up and set me on that bathroom counter. I’d want him to fall to his knees and eat my pussy. And then, after he’s pleased me, I’d want him to stuff his cock down my throat. Okay, maybe I’m going too far with this. I need to chill, seriously.

“Where have you been?” Renata whispers at me. “You’ve been gone for almost fifteen minutes.”

“I didn’t know I had to check in with you every time I went to the bathroom,” I laugh.

“Sorry. You don’t. It’s just that I’ve been stuck with these women for the past twenty minutes and then you left me, and it’s been truly awful,” she says. “We need to plan our escape. Are you ready to leave?”

“I don’t know,” I mumble, looking over at Walker. He glances over at me too, over and over again. His smile gives me shivers. And when I look at his body, I can’t help but imagine all the things he could do to me with his strength. “Why the hell is he with that woman?” I ask aloud.

“Excuse me?” Renata asks. “Who are you talking about? Who is he?”

I awkwardly point with my eyes. “That guy,” I say. “He broke my fender today. Crashed into me.”

“That guy crashed into you?” she asks. “My God, he’s—”

“Perfect,” I whisper.

“He’s hot as hell,” she smiles. “You have to introduce me.”

“Um, no,” I laugh. “He’s a prick. You don’t want to meet him.”

“Erica, please. I need this. I haven’t been on a date in, well, six months,” she says, practically begging. “Just put in a good word?”

How do I tell her that it’s me he wants? “Maybe,” I say. “I really don’t want to have to speak with him again.”

She ponders this over, clearly hurt I won’t help her. After a few seconds she nods to herself and laughs. “Wow, Erica. You like this guy, don’t you?”

“Trust me.” I give a hearty laugh. “I do not like that guy.”

“Bullshit! You like him. You want to fuck him. You want him to pound your tight little pussy,” she taunts me.

I roll my eyes. “Gross. Real ladylike, Ren.”

“I’m just messing with you,” she says. “Anyway, it’s not like you can do anything. You’re a married woman.”

I sigh. I groan. I rub my temples with my fingers. “Not for long,” I admit.

She frowns. “Oh, you’re just going through a slight hiccup. Every woman goes through this. It’s part of marriage,” she says.

“Three different women in five years? That’s part of being married?” I groan even louder and the other women at the table look at me as if I should leave.

Renata just shrugs. “You’re really willing to go through all the court drama just to have this one guy bang you? Darrin cheated on you. Cheat on him. It’s only fair.”

“I don’t think you get it,” I say. “I don’t want to cheat on him. I don’t even want to see him again. Honestly, I’m done. I’ve totally checked out. I’m getting out while I’m still young enough and kid-free.”

Renata huffs. “You’re such a bitch, you know that?”

“So I’ve heard,” I laugh.

“It’s not fair,” she goes on. “I want him too, you know.”

I smile to myself, watching him stare at my body out of the corner of his eyes. The boyfriend experience. The older woman next to him. The smiling and laughing, and telling stories. I think I get it.

I walk over to his table and whisper. “I want to make a trade, Walker.” He looks over at his date for the night. She’s busy talking with her friends, clearly wasted.

“A trade?” he rubs his chin.

“Yes. A trade,” I smile. “You crashed into me earlier. How about we call it even. I want the experience. Whatever it is, I want it. That’s my offer. Anyway, think it over. I’ll be calling you.”