Page 7 of Ghost
“No one,” I reply a little too quickly.“It would just be nice to be appreciated.You two have a club full of hot bikers, and not one of them has asked me out or shown any interest in me.I want a War or Haze!”
The door opens just as I all but yell the last few words, and Ghost steps inside, his brow furrowing.
Yeah, of course, he just heard that little confession.
Ora starts laughing, while Lu covers her mouth with her palm.
“You want… who?”Ghost asks in that deliciously low, husky voice of his.
“No one,” I reply, and I can feel my cheeks heating.I slide my laptop back in its case and stand up.“And on that note, I’m going to head home.”
Just as I walk past Ghost, he stops in his tracks, so I do the same, looking up at him.Those gray eyes stare down at me, giving nothing away.When he lifts his hand and runs the pad of his thumb across my lower lip, I freeze.“You have a little chocolate icing.”
“Oh, thank you,” I whisper, swallowing hard.
There’s tension between us, and this proves I wasn’t imagining it.Then Ghost’s hand drops, the spell is broken, he steps away, and I clear my throat, waving to all of them.“See you guys later!”
I don’t know what it is about Ghost, and I’m not sure if I even want to find out.
GHOST
“Ghost, what are you doing here?”Xanthe asks with surprise.She doesn’t exactly look excited to see me, but she hasn’t told me to fuck off either, so that’s something, right?It’s been a week since she saw me at Lu’s Sweet Treats.I’ve seen her every day since, but she doesn’t know that.I saw her little book party with her friends, which was cute as fuck.She looked so damn sexy.She’s lucky there were no men there, or I would have broken into the house and made a fucking scene.I almost did, but she decided to get herself off afterward.I was so fucking hard and wanted her so bad, but I just sat on my bike outside her house and watched her.
Fuck, even thinking about it again is making me hard.
She looks just as beautiful today in jeans and a black tank top, her long, dark hair hanging like a curtain around her face.She closes her laptop and gives me all of her attention.When I saw her going to this café alone again, I thought it was the perfect time to, accidentally on purpose, bump into her.I ignored the missing person poster on the way in.Trust me when I say they aren’t going to find that fucker.
I’ve decided I want her to get used to seeing me, to being around me.I know I don’t make people feel comfortable, and it has never bothered me until right now.
“Was just getting a coffee,” I lie, shifting on my feet.“Can I get you anything?”
She shakes her head.“No, thank you.I just had one.”
“Okay, I’ll be right back.”
I head to the counter and order a coffee and a slice of chocolate cake.I’ve noticed she gravitates toward anything chocolate.When I come back to the table, I clear my throat.“Can I sit with you?”
“Umm, yeah, sure,” she replies, her brow furrowing.“How have you been?”
Fuck, she’s sweet.
I was an asshole to her at the clubhouse, not to mention how I wanted to kill War and Haze when she said she wanted someone like them, and she’s still being polite.When I first saw her that day, I just wanted her, and I’ve never had a reaction like that before.
I didn’t like it, and that fact hasn’t changed.
So, I did what I always do.I self-sabotaged and fucked it all up by letting her see me with a club girl.There was something there between us, and it made me want to run for the fucking hills.
I’ve never had a girlfriend.I have fucked around with no emotions involved, and that’s about it.
And I’m not having sweet missionary sex.I’m dirty and fucked up.I don’t really like women touching me, and I love a little dominance and knife play in the bedroom.I know that I’d have to hide those desires if I ever got the chance to have her.
Maybe I can role-play with Xanthe and pretend I’m a better man who deserves her.
I tried to stay away.
I mean, it’s in my genes to be a miserable bastard.
But I can’t do it anymore.
