AllFreeNovel
Share Us
I climbed the stairs but paused outside the door, caught between my curiosity and my respect for the club’s personal space.
One little peek won’t hurt…
Going for a compromise, I kept my feet planted firmly and pushed the door open. When no one yelled at me, I leaned in to get a better look.
A large stained-glass window bathed the room in hazy light, making the twirling beams and carved detailing creepy, as though the ghost of some old priest was going to float out of the wall.
The space itself was empty other than a long table with chairs. The wood was beautiful and dark, and the legs looked like intricate gavels.
I wonder if one of the brothers made it.
Leaning in farther, I scanned the rest, but there was nothing.
It was… a room.
Well, that’s underwhelming.
“What’re we looking for?”
The whisper was so close to my ear, I could feel their breath. I yelped and jolted, pressing my ass against them in the process. I jumped again, landing in the room as I spun around to see Judge still leaning forward.
“I was just looking for you,” I half-lied, hurriedly stepping back out.
“In the empty room? Didja think I was playing hide and seek in there?”
“I dunno what you do with your free time.”
His eyes darkened and he took a step toward me. “How ‘bout I show you what I wanna do?”
Tilting my head back because taking my eyes off him for even a millisecond would be a mistake, my voice was breathy when I asked, “Don’t we have to leave?”
“In a minute.” Weaving his fingers through my still damp hair, he glanced down and muttered, “Was hopin’ for the skirt.”
“What?”
“Nothin’,” he said, meeting my eyes. “You look good.”
“The, uhh, stuff you got was perfect. Thank you.”
“It’s not that shit that makes you look good.”
Nervously, I licked my desert of a bottom lip.
Judge’s gaze dropped again, locking onto my mouth as if it was the most fascinating thing he’d ever seen.
I could relate because watching him watch it was the most fascinating thing I’d ever seen.
He took a small step closer until his body was nearly touching mine.
Is he gonna kiss me?
Am I gonna kiss him?
“See anything good?” he asked.
Is he referring to himself? Was I staring longer than I thought?
My lust-muddled brain tried to get back on track. “What?”
