Chapter 50

I couldn’t respond to Sophia even if I wanted to. Drake’s fingers had found their way beneath the waistband of my skirt, sliding past the edge of my panties to find me wet and swollen. My body betrayed me, responding to his touch with a shameful eagerness as his middle finger slipped inside me while his thumb circled my clit. The pleasure was so intense I had to bite his palm to keep from moaning.

When Sophia finally left, disappointed and worried, I felt a stab of guilt through my alcohol-induced haze. I’m the worst friend ever.

The moment we were alone again, I pushed away from him, fumbling with the lock and bursting out of the stall. I headed straight for the sink, turning the cold water on full blast and splashing it over my heated face. The shock of it helped clear my head a little, bringing me back to

reality.

I didn’t look at Drake as I adjusted my clothing, tucking my blouse back into my skirt with trembling fingers.

Without a word, I walked out, leaving him alone in the women’s restroom. My dignity might have been in tatters, but I could at least deny him the satisfaction of seeing me completely broken.

“Did you push me earlier?” Jason’s voice came from my left as I made my way through the dimly lit corridor toward the exit.