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I can’t believe him. I don’t have time for his bullshit. His smile widens, as he seems to sense my frustration.
“Why do you have to piss me off so much?” I snarl. “Why can’t you just leave me alone?”
Frost’s eyes meet mine and his lips twitch.
“Don’t pretend you don’t like the attention, Bambi.Thisattitude makes so much more sense now. I’m starting to see why they hired you. The shy, innocent little virgin act you have going on is really fucking tired.”
“What the hell are you talking about?” I say, my fists clenched in rage, my nails digging into my palms.
“Well, now, that’s for you to figure out, isn’t it?”
He gives me a wink and turns to serve a customer who’s called for a drink. He doesn’t acknowledge me again, but I watch out of the corner of my eye as he chats to a couple of girls as if nothing happened.
The rest of the shift flies by in a blur. The bell chimes, everyone disappears, and I’m left in peace to tidy up. Even Frost vanishes behind the doors between bar stints. Every time the members come out, the bar is swamped and there’s some sort of…demonstration? Show? Scene?
By the end, I’m exhausted and my feet ache. My face is flushed, and my hair is a mess. And, to top it all off, I’m horny as shitandI didn’t get to see what North meant about watching him work, because by the time I got my break, there was no-one but Frost around to ask where North was, and I wouldn’t give him the satisfaction.
Just as I’m changed and about to clock off, Don appears behind me.
“Time to go, Candy,” he says, his voice impossibly low, wrapping me in a web of desire. His warm, tattooed hand brushes against my back, sending a shiver down my spine. “Boss’s orders.”
I turn and shoot him a glare. “I know what you’re trying to do, but it’s not going to work.”
He grins. “I’m your ride home. Again. Frost and North tell me you might have a little pent up frustration you need working out.”
I scowl at him, but he just smirks and leads me out the back. Seriously, my boss and the bartender think it’s okay to tell the bouncer – my hookup from last night – that I’m horny? What the fuck? And North said I couldn’t have sex with anyone – which obviously I didn’t know last night – so what’s he playing at sending Don to get me like that? Maybe it’s a test. One I don’t plan on failing.
Thankfully, I had the foresight to book a taxi and I’m able to slip away from Don before I can do anything stupid like climb on the back of his bike and repeat last night’s mistake. Or worse –beg him to do any of the things I witnessed tonight in the club to me.
FROST
I take great delight in smashing the empty bottles into the recycling bank to take out my anger and pent up frustrations. It’s been weeks since I’ve scened with anyone at the club, and over twelve months since I had sex outside of it. I just haven’t been interested at all, and now I’m hard all the time. I never experienced the fucking ache of longing for something that you can’t have that people write songs and make movies about until now. It’s torture.
She’s absolutely killing me.
I have to force myself to be a dick to her because it’s better than the alternative.
How can she not know how fucking alluring and gorgeous she is? Doesn’t she realise that men and women are constantly watching her, coming to the bar for drinks more often, lingering longer in communal areas like she’s the sun?
She was embarrassed by Vixen dragging her into the limelight, but she fucking belongs there. Whether she likes it or not, sheisthe damn light. She glows. Fucking beams. And she’s blinded my brothers with her dazzle, shaking everything up. She’s brought about a change that we didn’t fucking need. And sent us all into a tailspin.
North would have beat anyone who dared to throw a shoe at him black and blue, and yet it seemed like she got off Scot free. Wouldn’t even tell us how he punished her – just that it was taken care of. Heard it on the grapevine that he’s banned her from having sex with anyone – inside the club or out – so clearly he’s staked some sort of claim on her.
Dash is so withdrawn and distracted at the moment, but whenever she’s around he lights up and follows her like a damn puppy.
Wint is losing his damn mind over her. But I knew that from the minute he let slip that he invited her to the house to interview. Fool. He’s obsessed with finding out her story. Her secrets. If you ask me, if she’s not being honest about something we should just give her the boot, no questions asked. He won’t let it go though.
And Don is fucking smitten. That’s the worst. The one guy who never falls for anyone, never does feelings or emotions or reruns of his one night stands, is panting after her. I don’t just think it’s for another taste. I think he’s convinced himself that he actually has feelings for her. It’s bullshit, it’s probably just a boner and the novelty of having someone who’s the polar opposite to his usual type, but I won’t tell him that. I like my teeth inside my mouth, thank you very much.
As much as I’m trying to hate her, I can’t deny her allure. It’s like trying to resist gravity – fucking impossible. Every time she walks into the bar, my heart races, my palms sweat, and I’m like a hormone-crazed teenager all over again.
I’m trying to focus all my anger towards her because I don’t fucking like change, but it’s becoming more and more difficult. The others are all happier around her. There’s a spring back in their step, a sparkle in their eyes that’s been missing for a while. Her presence is like a drug, and I’m finding myself desperatefor a hit. If they’ve all had a taste, why can’t I? Maybe I want to become addicted too.
I rest my hands on my thighs, panting hard. I’m a fucking mess. I need to get myself together.
Throwing the last of the bottles into the recycling bin, I turn on my heel just in time to see Candy disappearing in a taxi.
Good riddance.
