Page 116 of Monster Mania

“You know what,” she said.

“No idea,” he lied.

Ghost appeared beside them. “What'd he do?”

“Nothing.” Hammer looked innocent, and Angel pointed between them. “You're both doing it.”

Ghost raised an eyebrow. “Doing what?”

“Touching me.”

Hammer's smile widened. “You don't want us touching you?” Angel stared at him. That wasn't what she'd said, and he knew it. So did Ghost. Apparently, everyone within ten feet knew it, because two club brothers suddenly found reasons to move away.

Angel lowered her voice. “You've been teasing me for two hours.”

Ghost leaned closer. “Maybe.”

“Why?” she asked.

Hammer answered. “Because you look fucking hot in that dress.” Heat spread through her as Ghost's fingers brushed the feathers painted along her thigh.

Angel sucked in a breath. “Ghost.”

“Yeah?” he asked, his voice sounding gruff.

“We're at a party,” she reminded.

“There's a lock on the office door.” Her stomach flipped, and Hammer laughed softly. “Thought you were supposed to be the responsible one.”

“Changed my mind.” Angel looked toward the crowded clubhouse. Music thundered around them as people were dancing, drinking, and laughing. Nobody was paying attention to them.

Monster walked by. “Office is empty.”

Angel's eyes widened, and Hammer laughed. Ghost stared at his president. “Were you listening?”

Monster kept walking. “Nope.”

“Asshole,” Ghost said.

Angel covered her face. “I cannot believe this is my life.”

Hammer leaned closer. “Regrets?”

She lowered her hands. “Not one.”

Ghost's expression changed, and the teasing disappeared. “You sure?” Angel knew he wasn't asking about the office. He was asking about them. Everything they had been through. Her staying and choosing to belong to them. She took Ghost's hand, and then Hammer's.

“Come on,” she ordered.

Hammer grinned. “Where we going?”

Angel started toward the hallway. “You'll figure it out.”

“Oh, fuck.” Ghost laughed. Angel didn't look back. For once, she knew they were following, and she didn't even need to check.

The office door clicked shut behind them. The party became a muted thump through the walls, and Angel turned. Ghost locked the door, and Hammer leaned against it. Neither man touched her—not yet, and that somehow made the heat between them worse.

Angel's pulse raced. “What?”