Did he really think I was going to be some cheap date? That he could buy me some flowers and hook up with me in a seedy bar? I wanted to go home, but I didn't have my car, and the odds of him giving me a ride to anywhere but his bedroom were nonexistent. “I have to pee,” I blurted. He chuckled low. “Eager for me to join you in the bathroom?” The greedy way he studied me made me want to puke.
