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“Don’t look so pissed. I was only testing you.” His gray eyes drilled into mine, reaching deep down to my soul, but I wouldn’t let him in.
“Testing me? Why?”
“I told you. For your reaction.”
“Do you know how messed up that is?” Honestly, what a jerk. I should hate him. Want nothing to do with him. But I couldn’t ignore the flutters in my stomach or how I felt safe when I was near him. It was like a magnetic force was pulling us together, whether we liked it or not. What was I thinking? I liked it.
“And yet, here you are.” He drank half his tea and smiled as he put the glass down. “You’re intrigued, and so am I.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” But I had an idea.
He pushed the dishes to the side, put his arms on the table, and leaned toward me. “You’re not so innocent, and more like me than you let on.”
I snorted. “You’re insane.”
“And you’re dying to know what it’s like to be with a bad-boy biker.”
I didn’t know how to reply.
We stared at each other for a long second. The electricity between us crackled like lightning during a thunderstorm. Uncontrolled. Beautiful and bright. Powerful and deadly if not handled with care.
“Ella,” he said, growling my name.
I blurted the first words to enter my head. “I’m not with you.”
“But you will be.” He threw a ten-dollar bill on the table. “Later, Ella.”
Anxious for my next encounter with RJ, I smiled like a fool as he left.
3
Ella
For the third week in a row, RJ sat at the same booth inmysection and ordered apple pie and iced tea—every shift. His intense gray eyes met mine whenever I looked his way, like he hadn’t taken them off me, especially while I had served other customers. It was almost like he was my bodyguard, ensuring no one disrespected or hurt me. It was totally hot and the most exciting thing ever to happen to me.
He would stay forhours. I’d chat with him when I could, and then he’d leave an hour before the diner closed. He seemed to know when I’d be working, which had been twelve times during the past twenty-one days. Brenda had told me he hadn’t come when I wasn’t at work.
It was sweet and a little creepy. Like, was he stalking me? Was he a psychopath? A serial killer? I doubted it. Not once had I gotten the vibe I was in danger around him.
Not in danger of dying, but maybe at risk of a broken heart. Once RJ realized I wasn’t anything special, he’d move on to older, prettier girls. I’d be lying if I didn’t admit I was worried, especially now that I was seeing less of RJ between school and work.
What if he forgot about me?
Meanwhile, I dreamed about him every night and hated waking up in the morning. My fantasies about him were naughty and vivid. I could almost feel his hands on me and his plump lips discovering mine when unconscious. I doubted I’d know what to do if any of our activities were real. He’d probably laugh at me, then never eat at the diner again. I wasthatinexperienced, having only been kissed once. It would be embarrassing for both of us.
I glanced at the clock on the wall. It was two minutes before closing, and RJ still hadn’t left. I’d taken his dirty dishes and reminded him twice that we’d be closing soon, but he hadn’t budged.
“Go tell him to leave,” Brenda whispered. “We gotta lock the doors.”
“What if he doesn’t listen to me?”
“He better. I want to go home.” She spun around and marched toward the back. “Deal with him.”
“Why me?” I went after her.
“Because he’s here for you.”
“No, he isn’t.”
