Page 84 of Dangerous Attraction

Shoving him so he almost falls off his stool, I glare at him.

"You're vile."

Cocking a brow, he straightens himself up.

"You actually like her," he states, clicking his tongue. "You find it disrespectful that I'm talking about her like this, don't you?"

"Milo," I warn, narrowing my eyes.

"Damn, Reeve," he says, chuckling. "I don't blame you at all, but God. Poor Baby Bishop."

"What are you on about?"

He shrugs. "I'm just saying, I can't imagine Liam would be thrilled. He brought her here, trusting you to look after his best friend, protect her, and keep her out of trouble."

"And I'm doing exactly what he wanted, am I not?"

"Sure." He scoffs. "Sleeping in the same bed with her, starting to care for her, and wanting to fuck her is exactly what I imagine Liam wanted you to do."

Pushing off the stool, body vibrating and blood pumping, I stand toe to toe with him.

"Cut it out, Milo."

"I'm just saying, man, you're playing a dangerous game here."

Shoving him away, I spin around and charge back up the stairs. Throwing myself down on the leather sofa in the living room, I drop my head against the back of the seat and close my eyes.

Groaning, I run my hands through my hair.

Fuck.

I hate to admit it, but he has a point.

Trix is Liam's best friend, and I know he cares deeply for her, so I shouldn't be involving myself in her life, and creating more trouble for her.

Liam wasn't a thought in my mind when I saw her bruised, swollen face last night, or when I went after her dad and beat him, or when I practically demanded she move into the clubhouse.

He definitely wasn't a concern when I was listening to her story last night while silently planning a way to get revenge on the bastard who hurt her. And I didn't take him or his feelings into consideration when I had her in my arms, blissfully ignorant of the storm I could be brewing with my actions lately.

The worst part of it all is I can't find it within myself to care.

Trix is like a drug.

I can't get enough of her.

She's intoxicating, and I think I'm slowly becoming addicted.

So desperate for another hit, I don't care about anything else.

When she's here, I spend the whole time watching her, checking up on her, and learning the way she is when she interacts with people, in awe of how she subtly changes her tone, and her demeanor accordingly.

I can tell when situations make her uncomfortable because she shrinks in on herself, and starts picking at her nail varnish, or twists her hands together, or bites her soft, plump lips.

I've learned that when she starts to get overwhelmed, she quietly removes herself from the room. She'll either go to the kitchen and make sweet snacks, or she'll go upstairs and clean, presumably needing some peace before she throws herself back into the chaos.

I also know she feels safe with me around. Whenever something happens to make her uncomfortable, her eyes always seek me out, as if she's checking I'm nearby in case she needs me.

Even when she's not here, she's constantly on my mind. So much so that Milo keeps getting mad because I'll zone out while he's talking to me, completely enraptured by my thoughts of Trix I block out everything around me.