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I scowled. Goddamn Demon. Why would he call Harlow when the club had me? Unless he hadn't known where I was and wasn't sure I'd be available right away. "Too late. It's done."
I yanked out my phone and sent off a quick text before looking up again. Why hadn't she moved away from the doorway? I wanted to leave. As if sensing what I was thinking, she took a step, only it wasn't in the right direction. She stepped further into the room, and closer to me.
"Liam—"
"Stop right there," I ordered in a hard tone. "Turn that pretty ass around and get the fuck out of here. We don't need you here."
She gasped at my gruffness but didn't do as I'd demanded.
"I mean it, Harlow."
"I'm not afraid of you, Liam."
"Well, you should be. And it's ‘Doc.’ No one—especially not you—gets to call me Liam. That privilege goes to the women I fuck on the regular." I was lying through my teeth, but she didn't know that. I ignored the hurt and disappointment spreading across her face, the regret in her eyes. She'd seen me with other women, I'd made sure of it. I couldn't stand seeing her and not having her, so I'd made it my mission to scare her away.
"I don't know what I did for you to hate me so much. I thought—" She hesitated, drawing courage. "At the clinic I thought we, ah, had a connection."
We had. We'd worked well together. But close proximity every day had screwed with the professional side of our relationship, and once I'd realized that I wanted Harlow it had become dangerous. For her. Thank fuck that damned wedding ring had gotten in the way and had kept me grounded.
I snorted. "In case it slipped your notice, I no longer work at the clinic. Our professional relationship was severed when I left there."
I could see that she wanted to say more. We both knew the attraction had been there. The accidental touches, the longing looks when we didn't think the other one was paying attention. And that fucking kiss. The one that I couldn't get out of my head. The one that had made clear exactly what I'd wanted from her, and the fact that she'd returned it had revealed that what I felt hadn't been one-sided.
I clenched my fists when she continued to stand there, those expressive eyes of hers holding me an unwilling captive. I hated myself for the weakness. Hated her for making me crave her.
"You've changed," she said finally, disappointment heavy in her soft tone. “I’m not sure I like the man you’ve become.”
I snorted loudly. “Then it’s a good thing you don’t have to.” My words were cold and to the point. “Go back to your husband, Harlow.”
Her eyes widened slightly, and her lips parted as though she were about to speak. But I didn't want to hear what she had to say, and when Mitzi showed up at just the right moment I was offered a lifeline out of there before I did any more damage. I didn't trust myself with Harlow, not when all I wanted to do was push her up against the wall and fuck the sweetness right out of her. And if I couldn't have her, then I had to keep showing her that I didn't care about her.
"You called, honey?" Mitzi cooed as she stepped around Harlow and came at me with all the enthusiasm the club girls were known for.
I'd sent her a text when Harlow had shown up, telling her to meet me in the infirmary. It was a dick move, but I was in self-preservation mode. I purposely let my eyes travel down Mitzi's scantily clad body, leaving no doubt to either woman what I wanted from her. "Need a little of your time, baby." I said the words to Mitzi, but my eyes were staring over her head at Harlow.
"I'm always available for you, baby." Mitzi cuddled up against me, running her lips up and down the side of my neck as her hand snaked inside my cut to run over my chest.
I felt nothing, but I slipped my hand down to cover her ass, giving it a squeeze as I pulled her tighter against me. My gut clenched at the liquid hurt reflected in Harlow's eyes. What did she expect? Sooner or later, she'd get tired of seeing me with other women, women she knew I was fucking, and would stop coming around.
And when that day finally happened it would be a new hell I'd be facing.
Christ.I should never have kissed her. My moment of weakness had shown her my infatuation, and now I was doing my best to show her that the kiss had meant nothing to me. Some of my brothers may not have cared that Harlow was married. They would have gone after her anyway, their only interest pussy.
Well, I was interested in her pussy, too, but I wanted a helluva lot more than that. I wanted all of Harlow, and it was killing me that that would never happen.
The silence had lingered too fucking long. "You want to stay and watch?"
I could tell that my words had landed as if I'd thrown a glass of water in her face. Harlow blinked in a moment of confusion, and then her expression cleared. I could see the exact second she pulled herself together. The unshed tears dried up, and she straightened, tossing those little shoulders back and those perky tits out. I watched her take in several breaths and swallow.
"It was nice seeing you again, Liam. Please tell Demon that I came by."
With that, she turned and walked away.
