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Yet I’m completely alone with no one but myself for entertainment, and suddenly, it’s just not good enough. I wasn’t a virgin before I got here, far from it, but one thing is for certain… I have never chosen to sleep with a biker. I’ve tried so hard to keep my sex life as far away from club life as possible, until I found myself here.
This… this is addicting, intoxicating, and all I crave.
Finding my discarded clothes in a messy heap, I recall my cropped top being torn to shreds. One of Emmett’s white t-shirts hangs over the chair in the corner.
It falls to mid-thigh on me as I pull it over my head, then clean up the room and make the bed. Taking my tattered clothes, I ball them up in my arms and grab my cell phone from the nightstand.
A new message flashes through from Trig, the only contact I have in my cell, and I remember he messaged me yesterday too.
Fuck.
Sweeping my gaze over both messages, I gulp, glancing around the room like someone can see me, before quickly typing a response out.
Scarlett: I’m tied up at the minute. When I’m free for work again, I’ll let you know.
Now isn’t the time for me to be earning more money, I’m trying to keep a low profile. It’s not the first time I’ve told him to put me on hold and it certainly won’t be the last, so it won’t be an issue.
I pause at the door, taking a deep breath as I reach for the handle and step out into the hallway. I’m ready to make a mad dash back to my room, but I don’t get two steps into the hall before a gasp from my left halts my movements.
Glancing out of the corner of my eye, I cringe at the sight of Emily. “Of course you did,” she says with a scoff, leaving me unsure as to how she’s feeling right now, but sneaking out of her brother’s room is enough explanation as it is.
I clear my throat, turning to face her. “Uhh… Am I supposed to say I’m sorry?” I ask, my eyebrows pinching in confusion since I’ve never found myself in this situation before.
She cocks her hip. “Do you want to say you’re sorry?”
I shake my head. “I’m not going to mean it if I do,” I admit.
“Then don’t say it.” The shrug she offers in response still leaves me fucking confused. I can read someone’s body language if I think they’re a threat. I can tell if someone is flirting with me. But shit, ask me to understand a woman’s thoughts and compare them to her actions and I’m screwed.
Shuffling from foot to foot, I hate how awkward I feel. A sensation I haven’t felt before. “Is this going to make things weird for us?”
“Do you care?”
“Kind of?” The truth slips from my lips without caution, but ends up sounding like a question.
“What does ‘kind of’ mean?” Emily’s hands drop to her sides, the pinch between her brows lifting as I scramble to try and find the right words.
“I don’t know. I just… don’t feel the need to want to scratch your eyeballs out for being annoying as hell. Most girls make me feel like that, and you don’t… so that means something to me, I guess.”
Silence swirls around us for what feels like an eternity before she smiles. “Well, that means something to me too.”
My eyebrows lift in surprise. “Good.”
“Good,” she replies, like it really is that simple.
Gripping the clothes in my arms tighter, I clear my throat again and point to my door. “So, can I go and get changed now?”
Emily releases a little chuckle as she waves her hand at me. “Yeah, shower too. I can’t spend time with you if you’re just going to smell like my brother. I’ll be in the kitchen with Maggie.” The light-heartedness to her tone tells me all I need to know, and I turn for my door instantly, but pause when I grasp my handle.
“Does Emmett know you’re here?”
“Holy fuck, he dicked you good, huh? Passed on all of that worry he has and left it in you while he’s away.” Her head falls back and a full-on belly laugh ripples through her. “Don’t worry, he knows. His favorite prospect is following me everywhere as usual,” she explains, and I nod dumbly.
“Noted. I’ll be five minutes.”
I turn for the door, desperate to get changed, but her words reach my ears anyway. “It’s going to take longer than that to wipe the grin off your face, Scarlett.” I can hear the mirth in her voice, the humor at my expense as I slam my lips shut, unsure how I’ve been grinning since I stepped into the hallway.
The blush that creeps over my cheeks tells me so, making me hide my face as I quickly rush into my room and slam the door behind me.
