Doppelbanger: A single dad, romantic comedy. (Cajun Girls Book 2)

“WHAT THE FUCK, Jeffrey? Follow her…”

“Oh, uh, right…Okay.” I get up, feeling like a complete asshole. “So, I should go inside the bathroom?”

Spencer’s eyes widen, and she nods her head. “Yes, Jeffrey. Go!”

My pulse quickens as I jog after her. I have no clue what I’ll say or do when I get there, but if Spencer thinks I should follow her then by God I’m going to listen. I need all the help I can get.

“Tink,” I whisper-shout, when I pull the heavy door open. “You in here?”

“This is the ladies’ room, Jeffrey. Go away.” Her voice is raspy, thick with attitude that I know she’s using to hide her emotions. Jesus, this woman is a hard nut to crack.

“Is anyone else in here? Speak now, cuz I’m coming in.”

I hear Tink gasp from inside the stall. “Like hell you are, get out of here, stalker.”

With a deep breath, I pull the door the rest of the way open, shutting and locking the deadbolt behind me.

“Did you ju—Jeffrey? Are you really in here?”

“Right here babe. You doin’ number one or two? Give me some idea how long I gotta wait, cuz I’m dying to get my hands on you.”

Gina groans. “I really wish I could drop a fucking deuce right now and smoke your ass outta here.”

God, I’ve missed her. “Well, that would give a whole new meaning to the phrase, smokin’ dat ass.” I snicker.

The stall door flies open, and Tink stalks past me to the sink, squirting some foamy soap into her hands and working it into a lather.

“You, uh…forgot to flush.”

“Because I didn’t use the restroom.”

“So, you just came here to get away from me?” I ask, moving to stand in front of the door. There’s no way I’m letting her escape that easily.

Without answering, she stares at herself in the mirror, adjusting her black lace top and smoothing the invisible wrinkles from her tan pencil skirt.

“Talk to me, Tink.” My throat feels tight. “Tell me what I can do. How I can fix this?”

Finally, she turns to face me, her black heels clomping on the tile as she moves to stand before me—the scent of her familiar perfume driving me wild. Tink raises a hand to straighten my tie, smoothing it down the front of my chest and my heart begins to jackhammer against my ribcage. “I can’t compete with a ghost, Jeffrey,” she whispers. “I wouldn’t even know where to begin, and to be frank…I don’t want to. I know I’m no saint—far from it. But I don’t need to be reminded of that every single fucking day of my life when you look at me and wish I was her.”

“I won’t.”

“You do.”

“I don’t,” I insist, pleading with my eyes for her to believe me.

Gina’s eyes drop to my waist, and her hands grip my belt buckle. “My body is all I have to offer, Jeffrey. It’s all I can afford to gamble with.”

“No.” My hand lifts to brush the side of her face. “I want all of you. Everything.”

“Take it or leave it, CEO. Final offer.”

Staring deep into her eyes, I start to say no. This isn’t what I want at all, but I see the way she’s looking at me, like I’m everything she’s ever wanted and can never have. With so much pain and lust. And dare I even fool myself into believing…love? If physical love is my way in, I’ll take it. I’ll give her my body and bare my soul to her in the process. “Okay.”

“Okay,” she breathes out in a sigh of relief. “Fuck me, Jeffrey,” she orders, her fingers moving to unfasten my belt. “And make it fast, before our food gets cold.”

With my hands on either side of her face, I pull her to me roughly, thrusting my tongue into her mouth as I back her up to the far wall. There’s nothing gentle about the way I’m kissing her. It’s rough and animalistic. It’s pure desperation. Tink wars for control, but I don’t let up. She wants to be fucked…I’ll be the one doing the fucking.

With both hands, I grip the bottom of her skirt, lifting it all the way up. My breath hitches as I take a moment to admire her body, completely bared from waist down, apart from a skimpy little thong. I run the knuckle of one finger along her pussy, feeling her entire body tense against mine. Her breaths start coming in shallow pants, the mewling sounds escaping from deep within her throat, fueling my desire. With one quick pull, I rip the scrap of fabric from her body. “This is mine,” I growl, feeling possessive and crazed with how much I want her. Only her.

“It’s yours,” she agrees, turning to brace herself with two hands on the wall. “Enjoy, CEO, cuz that’s all you get.” She thrusts her ass out, chewing her bottom lip as she stares back at me over her shoulder.

“The fuck it is,” I growl, spinning her back around. “You’re gonna look at me, Tink. You’re gonna see my face when I make you come.”

Tears well in her eyes as I cup her ass in my hands, lifting her until she’s seated on my hips, right above my cock. Instinctively, her legs wrap around my waist. I feather kisses down her neck, waiting for her to take what she wants, and then I’ll blow her fucking mind.

“God, yes,” she moans, lowering herself down on my painfully hard erection. It’s a slow and damn near torturous descent. With her arms wrapped tightly around my neck, she turns to the side and begins to rock.

Gripping her thighs, I lift her, ’til only the tip of my dick remains inside. “I said you will look at me when I fuck you,” I grit out, fighting the urge to move.

“Don’t do this Jeffrey,” she begs. Her lower lip begins to quiver, and I take it into my mouth. This time when I sink into her warmth, she doesn’t turn away.

Fucking her hard and fast, I deliver what I know she craves. Her finger dips between our joined bodies, circling her clit. Slowly at first, getting faster as the pressure builds. When I feel her inner walls contracting around my dick, I take what I need, spilling my seed deep inside while making love to her mouth.

Slowly her shaky legs lower to the floor, her arms still around my neck, her tongue still mating with mine. No longer needing my hands to support her weight, I brush the backs of my knuckles along the side of her face and down her neck, tenderly. I fill my starving lungs with as much of her as I can, and she doesn’t pull away. No, she melts into me, her hands frantically touching every inch of my chest.

Bang. Bang. Bang.

“Fuck!” Gina hisses, righting her skirt as I shove my dick back into my pants, straightening my mussed suit as much as possible.

“Is someone in there?” Bang. Bang. “Lucy. The damn door’s locked,” a woman’s voice shouts in annoyance. “I needa pee.”

“Come on,” I say, ushering Tink toward the door with my hand on the small of her back.

She gives me a look that says I’m crazy. “This is the women’s restroom, Jeffrey. We can’t just walk out together.”

“We either walk out, or someone’s unlocking that door and coming in. We’re not coming out of this unscathed. Let’s walk out with a little dignity?”

Still fooling with her skirt, she mutters, “We just fucked in a restaurant bathroom. We have no dignity left.”

“But it was some good fuckin’.” I tease, twisting the lock.

“What in tarnation?” the little white-haired woman shouts when Tink and I stroll out of the restroom together.

“Sorry, ma’am. Had some business to tend to.” I let my eyes rove over Tink’s body, slowly. “It’s all yours now.”

Gina’s face flames bright red, and her elbow digs into my side. “What he means, Mrs. Guidry, is I had something in my eye, and he was helping me flush it out.”

“You two are a little old for this shit, Gina Bourque. I would call your momma, but that hooker would probably throw a fuckin’ party.” She shakes her head. “It’s no wonder you’re so lost.”

Gina snorts in agreement. “Sorry, ma’am.” Then she gives my back a shove, hurrying us away from the old woman.

“Oh, I was flushing something out alright,” I tease, unable to control my peals of laughter as we make our way back to join Spencer at our table.

“That was my seventh grade English teacher, asshole.”

“Hey, guys,” Spence singsongs. “Did you run into Mrs. Guidry? We had a good time catching up while y’all were—ummm—occupied.” Her eyes take in our disheveled appearance and she smiles knowingly, giving me a thumbs-up.

Gina collapses into her chair, burying her head in her hands. “Yeah, she just caught us fucking in the bathroom.”

“Ouch.” Spence tries to cover her laughter for a moment, before finally just letting it go. “You know this is gonna be on the five o’clock news tonight, right?” she teases. “Probably all over Facebook already.”

“Yeah, yeah.” Gina waves her off, pushing the cold food in her plate around with a fork.

“Do you want me to order you something else?” I ask, when I realize she’s not planning to eat it.

“I can take care of myself Jeffrey,” she snaps.

“Soooo,” Spence drawls, trying to relieve a little of the tension. “What time do you meet with the realtor?”

“Wait, realtor?” Gina’s eyes grow wide with alarm. Checkmate.

Deciding it best to ignore her, I direct my attention to her friend. “In about an hour. I think I’m gonna put in an offer. The girls and I loved it.”

“Landon told me y’all stopped to have a look on the way home from Gina’s party,” Spence continues, also pretending her best friend isn’t about to have a coronary between us. “Well, let us know how it goes. I can’t believe we’re going to be neighbors.”

“Neighbors?!” Tink shouts, her eyes bugging out of her head. “What the hell is going on?”

“Surprise! The girls and I are moving to Magnolia Lake.”