Delilah's POV
I made it to the bathroom and locked myself in a stall, leaning against the door while trying to catch my breath. My p***y was throbbing, still wet and aching from what Mateo had been doing to me under that table. I could smell my own arousal and it made panic spike through me all over again.
How was I supposed to go back out there? Everyone would know. Everyone would smell it.
I forced myself to take deep breaths, to calm down. Maybe if I waited a few minutes, the scent would fade. Maybe I could splash cold water on my face and—
The bathroom door opened and I froze.
"Occupied," I called out.
"I know."
Dante's voice.
"You can't be in here," I hissed. "This is the women's bathroom."
"Come out."
"Dante—"
"Now, Delilah."
Something in his tone made me unlock the stall
