Page 51 of Dangerous Attraction

"He always drops me home, but I don't know where he is," I tell him. "Honey mentioned he's probably in his room, but I wouldn't know where that is. I don't want to interrupt him, so I was just going to wait here or walk back myself."

He chuckles, tosses his cigarette on the floor, then crushes it beneath his boot before walking to the single wooden door I know leads to the residential side of the clubhouse.

"You wouldn't be interrupting anything, trust me. He'll either be sleeping, or he'll be moping in his room. Alone," he says, as he pulls the door open. "Come on, I'll show you where to find him."

I follow him down the hall, my eyes glued to the pair staring back at me in the center of the skull stitched onto the back of his leather cut.

Bypassing every door, we reach the end and make our way up the stairs until we're on the second floor.

"First room's mine, the next one is Reeve's," he says, pointing at the second door as he stops outside of his own. He twists the handle and pushes it open. "Just knock real loud in case he's sleeping."

With that, he walks into his room and closes the door behind me, leaving me in the hallway by myself.

Stepping forward, I pause, glance over my shoulder, then back to Reeve's bedroom door.

Shaking my head, I push all thoughts to the back of my mind, then rap my fingers against the wood before taking a step back.

Wringing my hands together, my eyes dart down the hallway again.

I have no idea why I'm feeling so nervous, as if I'm scared to be caught standing here.

It's not like I'm doing anything wrong.

At least, I don't think I am.

The clicking sound of his door unlocking has my head snapping back to where he's now standing, brows drawn into a frown when he sees me there.

His eyes run up and down my body, and I try not to fidget under his gaze. But my stomach flips when his tongue darts out of his mouth and swipes across his lips.

"Need something, Red?"

"Uh, yeah, I—" My words get stuck in my throat as my eyes drop from his chiseled face and explore the expanse of his naked chest, travelling over every tight muscle beneath his smooth, tanned skin. "Wow. Sorry, I just—"

I give up on trying to speak as my gaze drops to the corded muscles just above the waistband of his gray sweatpants.

"You can take another picture if you want," he says, voice laced with amusement.

My eyes jump back to his face, and I swallow, shaking my head.

"I just came to ask for a lift home," I blurt out, choosing to stare at the dark hair spread across his jaw and around his lips instead of looking into his beautiful eyes. "I can make my own way home if you—"

"Give me five minutes, and I'll meet you out front."

Nodding, I turn away, cheeks flaming and heart pounding as I hurry toward the stairs, eager to get outside.

My attraction toward Reeve is becoming increasingly dangerous with each day I spend around him. And although I'd love to give in to the temptation that surges through my body every time I see him, I know I shouldn't.

Only bad things would come from it.

Besides, I have no idea if the attraction between us is mutual.

I'd hope it is, but unfortunately, or maybe fortunately for me, men who look like that don't usually go for women like me.

The drive to the trailer park is silent, awkward, and filled with tension, so I breathe a sigh of relief when Reeve's headlights coast over the crooked wooden sign at the entrance.

The relief is quickly overridden with fear minutes later when my trailer comes into view and I see the warm yellow lights from inside spilling out of the small windows.

I never leave the lights on, not purposely anyway.