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She hands the Armani jacket to Ollie. “Here, take this to Mama B and tell her it’s Arthur’s. She’ll get it good as new.” She then turns to me. “You can wash your hair in my bathroom.”
I follow her up the stairs. “If I didn’t know better, I’d think you were enjoying this,” I say, noting she’s still trying hard not to laugh.
“It was an accident, but your face was a picture,” she says, giggling again. The sound rings in my ears and warms my heart.
I stop in the doorway to her bedroom. I’ve never been past the ground floor in the club, and I’ve certainly never been inside Meli’s bedroom. I take in the pink . . . so much pink. There’s twinkling lights and fake blossoms on one wall. She looks back to see why I’ve stopped, then she looks embarrassed. “Excuse the room. It’s the teenage room I never had. I love blossoms, I love spring, and this is the result of that.”
I nod slowly, entering and closing the door. “It’s very . . . Meli.”
“Bathroom is through there,” she says, pointing.
I go in that direction and close the door. I take off my shirt and hang in on a hook next to something black and lacey. Feeling the garment in my fingers, I resist the urge to press it to my nose. I lean my head under the shower and turn it on, rinsing my hair which makes a flour paste. I feel around for shampoo, squirting it onto my head. The apple scent that’s all Meli fills the air and a warm sensation builds in my chest. Overhearing her words to her sister earlier pissed me off. She grew up in an MC for fuck’s sake, yet she’s judging me on my line of work. But now, being in her private space and smelling her, I can almost forget what she said.
I turn off the shower and grab a towel, rubbing my hair as I go back into her bedroom and find her sitting on her bed. She stares at me, letting her eyes run over my chest, and I see the hunger in them. I move around the room like I’m unaffected by her watching me with heat.
I stop by a group of photographs pinned to her wall. There are some of her and Hadley as kids, a few of her and Mama B, and some of Oakley. “No man on your wall of fame?” I ask, knowing Mav makes dating hard for her.
She laughs, but it’s empty of humour. “How was your date with Rosey?”
“Date?” I repeat, running my fingers over her dresser to a pile of makeup. “You have a lot of makeup.” Doesn’t she realise she doesn’t need a drop of it?
“Didn’t you two just go on a date?”
“Is that what Rosey said?” I open the first drawer to find more makeup. I can’t tell Meli it was business, but I also don’t want her to think it was a date.
“Just look after her, okay. She’s vulnerable, despite how she acts.”
“What does all this stuff do?” I ask, holding up a bottle of something liquid and beige.
She comes up behind me and takes the bottle from my hand. “That’s foundation, to hide all the bags under my eyes.” She places it back in the drawer.
“You don’t have dark circles, Meli.” I pick up something else, and she sighs.
“Mascara.”
“And you need ten tubes of that?” I drop it back and close the drawer.
“Makeup for every occasion.”
I open the second drawer, and she tries to slam it closed, but I’ve already spotted what she doesn’t want me to see. Her hand falls away and she groans. I smirk, pulling out the large purple vibrator. I hold it up between us, arching a brow. “Amongst your makeup?”
She covers her face with her hands. “Aren’t you supposed to be meeting with Mav or something?” she asks through her fingers.
I put her toy back in its place and close the drawer. Then I take her wrists, pulling her hands away from her face. Sparks ignite where our skin touches, and I have to shake my head to clear it. “Don’t be embarrassed about taking care of business, Angel. And for the record, you don’t need the makeup. You’re gorgeous with or without it.” I release her before I do something I shouldn’t and go back into the bathroom, grabbing my shirt and slipping it on. As I head for the door, she watches me. “Also, it wasn’t a date with Rosey.” I leave with those words hanging between us.
I step into the hall, fastening my shirt, and when I look up, Rosey is watching me with her mouth open. She glances at Meli’s bedroom door, then back to me again. “Careful, Red, you might catch a fly.” I go down the stairs without explaining myself because I don’t feel the need to. She shouldn’t have told Meli we went on a date.
CHAPTER FOUR
MELI
I’m still clutching my hands over my racing heart when the door opens and Rosey comes in. She eyes me suspiciously. “You don’t look just fucked,” she comments.
“S’cuse me?”
“I just bumped into Arthur in the hall. He was fastening his shirt.” She arches her brow, waiting for my response.
“Oh, that.” I force a laugh. “Ollie flour bombed him. It was so embarrassing. He washed his hair in my bathroom.”
