He leaned to the side, glancing past me at the guy at the door. I didn’t turn around to see their exchange but it must have been good enough for desk guy to pick up the phone.
“Miss Benson, I have a, uh, B-ry here to see you.” I pointed to my patch when he stumbled over the name part. “Are you sure?” He looked up at me as he listened to what she had to say. “Okay, I’ll send him right up.”
Um, what?
I really expected that she would’ve told him to tell me to fuck off. Well, not in those exact words. But I wasn’t about to argue.
“4B. Take the elevator to the fourth floor. It’ll be on your left, sir.”
“Thank you,” I said and tipped my head to him before I carried on my way.
I didn’t have to look once I stepped off the elevator because there she was standing in her doorway looking hot in more ways than one. The flowy dress she was wearing looked like she’d just tossed it on. I could see part of her lacy bra peeking out over the top of the left side like she hadn’t taken the time to straighten out the top. I knew she wasn’t aware of the imperfection and I was sure she’d hate it if I pointed it out. Oh, you bet your ass I was going to.
And then I looked at her face, it was already flushed with anger. Her eyes narrowed at me, her nose scrunched up, and her lips pressed into a thin line. It was as if she was screaming ‘how dare you come here’ without words.
Then it hit me.
What if she wasn’t alone?
What if her fancy-pants fiancé was in there with her. Was that why she looked like she got dressed in a hurry?
The thought that he was there with her, touching her so intimately, started a fire inside of me. Though I knew it was stupid and beyond ridiculous. Because she wasn’t mine. I had no claim on her. One little kiss didn’t mean shit even if she had met me part of the way. Even if she had wanted it and taken just as much as she’d given. Even if I wanted just a little part of her that was all mine.
She was someone else’s. And it was fucked up that I was here. I knew better. I needed to stop messing with her. I had to admit that I liked getting under her skin. Maybe I had hoped that she thought about me long after our heated encounter. Still, I knew it was all wrong. Only, I couldn’t seem to walk away right now.
“Hi, princess,” I said with a lazy smirk because I just couldn’t help it.
“What are you doing here?” she asked in a harsh whisper like she didn’t want anyone to hear, let alone know that someone like me was there to see someone like her.
“You going to invite me in?”
“No,” she said and narrowed her eyes even more at me.
With a sigh, some of her hardness cracked.
“What? Did word get around? All your biker buddies sitting around laughing it up? And you just couldn’t help it, you had to come and laugh in my face. Is that it?”
I was taken aback. Like for real. I didn’t have the first clue what she was rambling on about. And no, I wouldn’t laugh at her behind her back. That would just be plain mean. Especially if she was in some kind of pain, which was clear as day on her face right now.
“Cami told Brand and I bet you bikers gossip worse than a bunch of old ladies at the hair salon.”
Wow. She was not happy.
“Laurel,” I snapped trying to break whatever rant she was running away with before she said too much. I knew she’d get all embarrassed once she realized I had no clue what she was talking about.
Now it was her turn to looked shocked. I bet she didn’t think I knew her name because I chose to push her buttons every time I saw her by calling her pet names.
“I don’t know the first fucking thing about what you’re talkin’ about,” I said with a smidgen of harshness to my tone. But only because she seemed to bring it out of me for some unknown reason. “And yeah, we gossip worse than old ladies sometimes, but I can fucking guarantee you that we wouldn’t make fun of you behind your back. We may be gruff and curse like sailors, but we’re not cruel just for the sake of it.”
“I…” She seemed at a loss for words.
I liked it way too much.
“Get dressed in a hurry, princess?” I asked and because I couldn’t stop myself, my finger slipped in between her silky bra and the curve of her dress.
Her head snapped down to watch, her eyes wide as I purposely and slowly brushed my knuckle over her very hard nipple. Her body did a tiny shiver and I felt like I’d pushed far enough. So with much reluctance, I hooked my finger and pulled the dress up to cover everything the way it should.
Her cheeks were red and her chest rose and fell hard. I liked it a little too much how quickly and easily I could turn her on. Only problem was, it turned me on too.
