Tryst Six Venom by Penelope Douglas

I stare at her, the world spinning around us, and we almost don’t notice a
man entering the room. He pauses briefly as he passes us before making his
way for the urinals.
But I don’t look away from her.
He pisses, and I see a smile peek out on her mouth as the steady stream
fills the air and it makes me want to laugh too.
Wow.
I take out my phone again. “I need a picture of a water feature.”
But she snatches the phone. “Let’s see the real list.”
I grab for it, but she pulls the phone away, looking at the screen.
“Seminole flag,” she reads and looks up at me. “The one at the lighthouse, I
presume?”
I clamp my mouth shut.
The couple in the stall comes, and I hear the man at the urinal laugh,
banging on the door twice as he zips up.
“Keeping the spark alive in there, Mr. and Mrs. Torres?”
The woman laughs, followed by the man’s voice. “Eat me.”
The guy walks away, washing his hands and smoothing back his hair.
“Sounds like your wife beat me to it.”
He passes us, stopping and speaking to Liv. “¿Está todo bien?”
Liv doesn’t look at him, staying focused on me. “You expressed an
interest in Macon?” she asks me.
Huh?
And then I remember teasing her about it in the theater.
But without waiting for my answer, she hands me back my phone and
says to him, “Take her to my brother, will you?”
He looks at me.
“What?” I blurt out.
But he doesn’t hesitate. Bending over, he sweeps me up and throws me
over his shoulder, and I yelp, snatching my hands off his back, because he’s
all sweaty and wet.
“Let go of me!” I bellow, lifting up and glaring at Liv.
We’re out the door in less than two seconds, and I flail, kicking and
screaming. “Hey!”
“You wanted to know what was on the Bay list?” I hear Liv ask.
I lift my head up, breathing hard as the guy carries me outside and she
follows.