Page 21 of Bolt (Iron Thunder MC 1)
“Sure, no problem, I’ll go with you,” he said. I had to bite my tongue to stop myself from shrieking at him. I had to do everything in my power to not yank my arm away from him too. But I was trying to handle the situation differently now, trying not to piss him off. Maybe some good could come from having him on my side for a change.
“Okay, that’s cool. I have no problem with that. You’ll see I have nothing to hide.” I even added a sweet smile at the end of that. Bolt’s eyes were firmly fixed on me, but he let me go.
The cafe doors remained shut while we went up the short staircase to the apartment upstairs. I unlocked the door while he stood directly behind me. I could feel his hot breath on the back of my head. That reminded me of how closely we’d spent the previous night.
When I’d woken up, I’d found myself literally in his arms with no idea how long I’d been there. He was staring at me when I opened my eyes, grinning like - I told you so. I knew you wouldn’t be able to keep your hands off me.
That thought sent a shudder through my body. The realization that something could very easily have happened between us. I should’ve been focusing on Chip. Not on Bolt’s magnificently sexy body.
Once inside the apartment, I went straight for my wardrobe. It had a small stack of clothes and other essentials for the nights I spent here when working late. I pulled some clothes out and turned to him.
Bolt was looking around the small space of my apartment.
“I need to change,” I said.
“Okay, go ahead.”
I glared at him. Didn’t he know what I was telling him?
“Can I use the bathroom? Alone?” I asked.
Bolt clenched his jaws tightly, like he was considering the idea. Was he actually thinking of telling me to strip right in front of him? Would I do it? Did I want him to see me naked?
“Yes, you can use the bathroom alone. Just don’t be long. I’ll be waiting right here for you.”
I gulped, nodded and went in. I changed quickly, splashed my face with water and brushed my teeth. As I stood in front of the mirror, combing my hair and putting on lip gloss, I couldn’t help but feel miserable about the situation I found myself in now.
Bolt was going to keep a close eye on me today, the whole day, while I worked. Nobody else would likely even realize what was going on in my life right now. What about Chip? Where was he?
There was a knock on the door while I was lost in my thoughts for a few moments.
“It’s eight. You need to open up,” he called from the other side.
I opened the door and found him standing there. His eyes roamed all over me, checking out my change of clothes. For a second, I thought he was going to compliment me, but then he changed his mind.
“Let’s go,” he said gruffly, bringing me straight back to Earth.The rest of the workday passed with me constantly on the edge of my nerves. I couldn’t do anything, talk to anybody or go to any corner of the cafe without having Bolt’s eyes on me, watching me like a hawk.
I didn’t know what I was capable of. Would I make a run for it if his attention was diverted? Would I call 911 if he wasn’t looking? I wasn’t so sure anymore. Despite the angst I felt about the way Chip was being treated, I didn’t want anything bad happening to Bolt either.
Why did I care about what happened to him?
Was it because of the way he watched me? My every move. My body like it was a piece of art to be admired. When Bolt looked at me, he really looked. Not just at my breasts or my lips or my butt. He looked into my eyes, read my lips as they moved. He tried to interpret my gestures.
I knew I was a fool for thinking he was protective of me. He was just concerned about my motives. It wouldn’t take him a second to choose his Club and his friends over me. So why did I care?
Some of my staff asked what he was doing here. It was so obvious that he stood out, that we knew each other, because of the way he was watching me. I fielded their questions by insisting he was just an old friend waiting to catch up with me.
In the meantime, I didn’t go anywhere near him, didn’t want to make any contact with him. As much as I wanted him, I couldn’t forget about the fact that we belonged to opposite sides of the fence. He was here because I was a liability.
