As I walk to the sink to wash my hands, a guy walks in. He raises an eyebrow at me. “Line at the ladies.”
He grunts and lowers his zipper as he walks to the urinal. “Can’t you wait until I leave to pee?”
“You’re the one who went in the men’s room, lady.”
My eyes widen when he whips his dick out. “Holy macaroni, you’re huge! Are you on steroids?” I clap when I get the best idea ever. “Will you give my girlfriend a lap dance? We’re having her bachelorette party tonight and there’s this scavenger hunt.”
“You’re done.”
I twirl around to see Grayson standing at the entrance to the restroom.
“I’m winning is what’s happening,” I tell him.
“You’re done,” he repeats. I ignore him to continue my conversation with the stranger with the massive schlong. Suddenly, I’m flying. I grunt as the air is knocked out of me when my stomach lands on Grayson’s shoulder.
“What the hell? What are you doing?”
“We’re leaving.” He pushes his way through the crowd of women waiting to use the restroom. Several of them snicker. Whatever. At least I didn’t wear a skirt tonight, otherwise, I’d be mooning half of the bar by now. Hold on. Is mooning the bar worth points in the scavenger hunt?
“But we can’t leave before someone has been declared a winner.” I pound my fists on Grayson’s back.
“Like we don’t know you made three of those baskets,” Hailey says, and I look over. She’s also being carried out of the bar.
“What did you do?”
“I asked the bartender if I could kiss him.”
I swing my torso in her direction to whisper. “And? Was he a good kisser?”
Aiden growls. “She did not kiss the bartender.”
“No frogs for you, young lady,” Phoebe giggles. Ryker has her slung over his shoulder like she’s a sack of potatoes.
“What? You make no sense.”
Ryker scowls. “Because someone couldn’t stop at one free shot from the bartender.”
“What? It would have been rude not to accept the second shot.”
Ryker slaps her ass. “And what’s your excuse for taking the third shot then?”
“It was yummy.”
Grayson dumps me on the front seat of his truck while Aiden and Ryker get their women settled in the back.
“I declare myself the winner!”
“You’re a cheater is what you are,” Hailey grumps from the back seat.
“Oh please, like I don’t know you two ganged up together to beat me.”
“The night is young. Let’s hit up McGraw’s,” is Hailey’s response.
Grayson switches on his truck. “McGraw’s it is.”
It’s not the bachelorette party I planned, but the night still rocks since I spend it with my favorite people in the world. Now if only Grayson was mine instead of merely my chaperone, my night would be perfect. Whoa! Where did such a crazy thought come from?
Little Susan raises her hand. It was me! We don’t need a man, I remind her. Do too! She shouts and then does an exaggerated full body shiver in anticipation of Grayson being ours. Behave or I’ll put a chastity belt on you, I threaten. You can try, she sings.
I hate to admit it, but she’s right. No one can control Little Susan. Least of all me.