ANYTA’S POV
I dragged Clay into the men’s room before I could lose my nerve. He followed me with no resistance.
The door swung shut behind us, and I opened my mouth to speak, but something else snagged my attention.
My eyes narrowed, “huh. How's this place so…clean.”
Clay glanced around, then nodded solemnly. “I’m surprised too. This is, without question, the neatest men’s room I’ve ever been in.”
I snorted despite myself.
“No, seriously,” he continued, warming to the topic like this was the most natural conversation to be having after he clearly purposefully crashed my date.
“I once went into a hotel restroom during a business event and someone had taken a massive dump in the sink.”
I pressed my lips together, fighting the laugh clawing up my throat, and cut him what I hoped was a
