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“ Good girl .”
    He rubbed his cheek against the side of my neck as I tilted my head to let him do whatever he wanted. And something flashed over his face in the mirror, just a moment of uncertainty, or maybe regret? I wasn’t sure how to take that and his remark about the limo, except he obviously liked to see me mussed. The strange expression disappeared as quickly as it came, and then his face and eyes sort of went blank, his look harder than I’d seen.
    He slid out of me, his body and hands gone from me all at once, nearly leaving me reeling. I stepped forward and braced my palms on the counter. He turned and stepped into a stall, yanking toilet paper from the roll as if he might be angry at it, then scrubbing at himself. “Clean up and dress so we can go and say goodbye to Aten. I’ll go out first, just tap when you’re ready.”
    Before I could say a single word, he was gone and I was left standing naked, looking just as debauched as he’d said, staring at myself in the men’s room mirror.
    “Sophie,” I whispered, suddenly fighting tears as I finger-combed my hair and grabbed my dress. “What are you doing ?”
    I had never imagined such an exciting, all-encompassing sexual encounter. My knees had literally gone soft when I came, and I suspect that if he hadn’t been there inside me and holding me, I’d have ended up a puddle on the floor. I didn’t regret the pleasure, even though I’d been nervous and hesitant at first.
    Afterwards, though, the suddenly cold demeanor of his, when he’d been so very warm before, left me a little empty.
    I went into a stall and cleaned myself, went ahead and peed while I was there for good measure, and then slipped the dress on. As I washed my hands, I realized how insubstantial the dress really was, no bra or underwear now, and felt naked in it in a way I never had. I pulled my hair forward to cover some of my neckline and breasts, touched up my face with the powder and lipstick in my handbag, and headed for the door.
    I would not regret this. Even if I’d just been used and would now be treated coldly, I made the choice to do this, too. And I’d enjoyed it. I was not going to let him make me feel bad about it now. At least, I would try not to.
    I tapped on the door, and the bathroom attendant opened it. “Sir said he’d be waiting for you at the table, Madam.”
    I gave him a tight smile—Grant was so done with me he couldn’t even wait?—and tried to hold my head high as I walked back into the dining area.

Twelve
    Grant and Aten were standing by our table when I reached them. Aten took my hand.
    “I hope everything’s all right? Grant explained that you’d had some unexpected excitement with regards to a business arrangement.”
    Business arrangement. Yet, technically, none of that was a lie, was it? It had been unexpected excitement , and clearly he viewed the agreement to take me to the wedding as a business arrangement of a sort.
    I forced a smile and squeezed his hand before cutting my eyes at Grant. “Thank you. It was nothing I can’t handle.”
    Grant’s mouth quirked up on one side. “Told you,” he said to Aten. And then we walked out of the restaurant, Grant’s hand on my lower back the entire way, keeping me close to him. Aten shook Grant’s hand in farewell, and we slid into Grant’s waiting limousine. The panel between the driver and us had been slid down again.
    “Back to the restaurant for your car, or did you arrive by cab?” Grant asked, without looking at me.
    “I drove myself.”
    He told the driver where to go and immediately focused on his phone, saying nothing to me, his expression blank and unreadable. I gave up trying to figure out his mood and stared ahead. I could have said something, I wanted to, but maybe it was best just to leave the silence to speak for itself.
    Maybe I didn’t want to hear whatever he had to say to me now. Or whatever he didn’t have to say now.
    When the limo stopped at the restaurant, I