Page 10 of Possessed By Ghost
She smirks, “Go ahead.”
“Okay, let’s say I like him. And this is a hypothetical question. How would I get him to have sex with me?”
Her mouth falls open and her eyes go wide. “You two haven’t had sex?”
“Shush,” I say, looking around to make sure no one’s heard us but the bar is fairly noisy. “Jesus, Tracey, why don’t you announce it to the crowd while you’re at it. Besides, I said it was a hypothetical question.”
“Wow. I mean, the man practically lives in the casino. You two could just go up for a quick tumble.” I don’t care to mention that I’m practically living with Ghost at this point. Would that make my situation look even more pathetic? “I mean, how hard could it be to bed a man like that in a place like this? There are privacy rooms everywhere.”
“It was a hypothetical question,” I say lamely, moving to serve another customer who orders drinks to be delivered to their table. I jot down the order and start preparing it.
“Fuck hypotheticals,” Tracey says, walking up to me as I pour whiskey from a decanter. “If you’re asking me how to seduce Ghost into having sex with you, I’ll tell you what my nana, rest her soul, told me is the best way to get a man sweating and panting at your feet.”
“My parents both had me when they were old so I never met any of my grandmothers, but I don’t imagine that’s an appropriate conversation to have with your grandkids.
“Do you want the advice or not?”
I sigh, pouring the next drink. “Alright, what is it?
“My nana told me that the best way to physically get under a man is to get under his skin.”
My brows furrow in confusion. “What does that mean?”
Tracey doesn’t respond. Instead, she waits until I’ve finished pouring all the drinks to take the tray herself and then juts her chin toward the table that made the order. I follow her eyes to the four men seated around the round table, seemingly in a heated discussion. “Flirt with one of those guys, or rather, let them flirt with you when you take the drinks over to their table. That’s how you get under Ghost’s skin.”
My eyes widen in horror. “What? That’s insane.”
“You want those delicious muscles that Ghost carries around all over you and under you? Then go ahead and show him what he’s missing out on. Give him a little push and then wait for him to come to you.”
I shake my head, taking the tray from her and walking to serve the drinks. Tracey is insane, as was her grandmother for giving her such crazy advice. Flirting with these strangers would do me no good and yet, as I approach them, I can’t help but think of how much I want to close the distance Ghost is set on putting between us.
Christ, am I really considering this?
It’s a bad idea. No, it’s a terrible idea!
And yet, when I approach the table, four heads turn to me and I notice more than one man interested in me. Eyes drop to my cleavage and one of the men licks his lips suggestively. “Here you go, boys,” I drawl, using a bit of the southern accent I’ve been trying to mask. “Let me know if you need anything else.”
“From you, sweet cheeks, I’m going to need a whole lot of attention.”
I flash a smile at the man who speaks and hope doesn’t come off as a wince. None of these men do anything for me. Their gaze doesn’t turn my legs to jelly. My nipples don’t pebble achingly behind my top and the spot between my legs that always aches when Ghost is close doesn’t react to the suggestive looks the men give me. With another smile, I turn around, convinced that it was a waste of time but then I feel eyes on me, sharp, almost like a burning caress on my skin. My head whips around and I don’t have to look far to spot him.
He’s standing by the entrance and heck, even his silhouette looks dangerous. His face is a mask of rage as his eyes shift from me to the table I just served and if possible, his face darkens. There’s murder written in his eyes and it’s enough to send a shiver rolling down my spine. For one heated minute, I’m certain he’ll cross the floor and murder all four of the men I innocently flirted with but instead, Ghost turns around and storms off, leaving me standing in the center of the room with the tray hanging loosely in my hands.
Tracey’s grandma was wrong.
And I was foolish for following advice that was sure to blow up in my face. The look on Ghost’s face is burned in my head, and it makes my chest ache—the thought that I made him feel bad. Flirted with other men after everything he’s done for me. After all the care he’s shown me.
My mood has plummeted to the depths of hell as I walk back behind the bar. My chest aches at the thought that instead of prodding Ghost into action, I may have pushed him away. And for what?
“Iris?”
I drop the tray on the counter and shake my head when Tracey approaches me. “I need a break,” I tell her. “I’ll be in the lounge. Call me when it gets busy.”
I wait for her nod before leaving. I prepare myself to spend the next several minutes sulking and I don’t exactly need company for that. My eyes are on the floor as I head to the employee lounge but before I can open the door, someone grabs me and I find myself pulled into one of the private gaming rooms. Terror grips me when a hand binds around my waist and I’m pulled into steel muscles and the other comes up to cover my mouth before I can scream for help. My mind shifts to the worst-case scenario.
They found me. The Víboras Gemelas. They got in and are going to kill me here.
My instincts kick in and I buck against the firm body behind me, grappling at the hand around my mouth and pulling at it. I try to kick back, to twist away from the grip but the man behind me is a boulder. It’s like he’s made of steel and doesn’t move an inch. I realize that I’m working myself into a panic attack but I can’t stop.
