Page 15 of Spike (Iron Thunder MC 5)
“I’m hungry. I want something to eat. I’m guessing you haven’t eaten anything either,” she said, stopping to turn to me.
“Okay, I can take you somewhere,” I replied.
We walked together and didn’t encounter anyone else in the house. It seemed like we were the only two people here in this big, beautiful mansion. The thought struck me then—was this what all of Sabrina’s days looked like? Minimal interaction with her father, close to no interaction with the staff of the house? Because they were definitely there, somewhere in the background, hiding out of her view. Her father had given me the responsibility of keeping her safe and then disappeared. For all intents and purposes, Sabrina had no family. No friends. No companionship.
Was she lonely?
“Where is this place you want to take me to?” she asked.
“You’ll see,” I replied.6SabrinaIt’s happened twice already. The first time, he saw me nearly naked, I did it on purpose to tempt him, but when he walked in on me naked this morning, it was purely accidental.
When I woke up, I didn’t know where he was, but something told me he had stood outside my bedroom door all night. That was the vibe Spike gave off—of doing a job well. No matter how much he didn’t like it.
And both times that he saw me with minimal clothing on, he simply walked away. I didn’t know how he was able to do it, to keep calm, even though the sexual energy between us was palpable. He had to have felt it too. There was a physical connection.
We walked outside the house to the driveway, and I couldn’t see daddy or Jim’s cars anywhere so it was likely they were already gone. The usual. Even though daddy liked to show me off to his friends and probably believed he had a close relationship with me, the reality was far from that.
We rarely saw each other around the house. He didn’t know me at all, and I didn’t believe I knew him either.
Spike had already refused to tell me where he was taking me for food. It was early in the morning, and I was suddenly more ravenous than I had ever been before. I just realized I hadn’t eaten anything since the meal on the flight. Cherie had probably prepared a lavish breakfast for me, but I was going to miss it.
I was curious, wanting to know where Spike was taking me.
In the driveway, I looked around for the car.
“How are we going to get there?” I asked and then I saw him walking toward a bike.
A bike?
Of course! He was a biker. Why didn’t I make the association?
It was a big dangerous-looking bike. I had never been on one before and couldn’t picture myself riding one either. When Spike went and stood beside it, I couldn’t help but smile.
“You can’t be serious!” I exclaimed when he didn’t budge or smile. He was totally serious. “I am not getting on that thing.”
Despite our distance, I could see him clenching is jaws. Was he frustrated with me? Was I being a nuisance? While I wanted to get under his skin, I wanted to please him at the same time. I couldn’t remember the last time I had felt this conflicted about someone.
Spike wasn’t all black or white.
“The only way you are leaving the house is if you get on this bike with me.”
“So you’re just going to go ahead and make all the rules? Turn my life upside down?” I exclaimed. Spike was unmoved, totally unaffected by my words or the tone of my voice. He wasn’t going to change his mind about this one.
But why? We had a full fleet of cars waiting in our garages that he could use to drive me around.
A few moments of silence passed between us; maybe we were both expecting the other to crack. Eventually, it was me who gave in. I had to, I was hungry.
“Fine!”He helped me up on his bike and from the moment I sat behind him, I felt like I was going to fall.
I mumbled under my breath, anxious and nervous. I wanted to scream and walk away. He couldn’t force me on his bike. If I locked myself up in my room and never came out, there was nothing he could realistically do. But I didn’t want to make a fool of myself.
For some reason, I wanted Spike to think highly of me. Maybe I also wanted to shock him a little.
He was in front of me and looked over his shoulder.
“Hold on,” he said, just moments before he kicked his bike alive. I grabbed him with both hands, screeching as the bike roared to life.
I was completely out of my element, unsteady and feeling as though my life was in danger. I had no choice but to cling to him now and Spike gave me a nod before the bike flew ahead.
