I whisper an astonished, “Wow.”
Before I’m given a chance to press buttons and break things, Ghost ushers me into a chair.
He sits opposite me and drags my chair forward til I’m face to face with him.
Then he sits there leaning forward with his elbows on his legs and his hands pressed together on his lips for a long while.
I’m freaking out!
My neck is hot and itchy. Just as I’m about to confess to whatever crime he accuses me of just to get out of there, he speaks, “Ever met that man before?”
I quickly shake my head no.
He sighs, “Damn it, Tina. Out of all the guys in the club.”
He stops suddenly and I lean closer to him wide eyed hoping he’d continue. He does but it’s not what I was hoping to hear. “Omarr wants to claim you. He wants you to be one of his girls.”
When my brow furrows and I purse my lips is disgust, he keeps talking, “Oh yeah, one of his girls. One of many. He contacts you again, you need to call me. I don’t care what time of day, just fuckin’ call. You feel me?”
I can’t speak. I’m temporarily voiceless. So, I just nod.
He holds out his hand and I give him the business card Omarr gave me. He puts it in his pocket.
Ghost opens the door and guides me to it. As I’m about to exit, he says, “I’ll text you my numbers. Be smart, Tina, and be safe.”
I look at him like what the heck is that meant to mean?
He gives me a curt nod and closes the door behind him.#p#分页标题#e#
Jiminy Crickets!
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I’m back at the booth and everyone is chatting away.
I look around for Nik.
My mood has changed dramatically and I’m sure everyone at the booth can feel it. There is a huge tension in me that I can’t shake and Nik has disappeared on me. I really need a hug. Not from just anyone. From Nik. I need a warm, comforting embrace.
Right. Now.
I feel the booth cushion depress and Nik slides in next to me. He hasn’t been in the booth a second before I’m on him. I’m not entirely sure why but I feel like I’m about to burst into tears.
And I do.
The first of the tears streak my face and I bury my face in Nik’s neck. Nik stands, holds me close to his side and leads me to the door behind the bar. When we’re in the familiar hall Nik stops, picks me up bridal style and carries me over to the sofa in the ‘chill out’ room. As soon as we sit, I cry a river.
Nik coos in my ear and gently rocks me, “You’re breakin’ my heart, sweetheart. I’m so sorry. He’s not even allowed here, I let his uncle know and he’s pissed as hell.”
“He- he- he- he said he was your fr- fr- friend!” I hiccup my reply.
Nik strokes my hair and says, “He lied, baby. Omarr is bad people. I need to know what he said to you. Can you tell me?”
I nod. Still crying, I respond, “He asked if I was one of your women, th- th- then he told Ghost I was free rein a- a- and he told me he wanted me in his b- b- bed!” I finish on a wail.
When I mention the last bit, I feel Nik’s body stiffen so solid I’m sure he’s turned to bronze.
Nik would look great as a bronzed statue.
Getting off the subject, my dear.
Nik says carefully, “If that’s something you don’t want to happen, Tina. I’ll make sure that doesn’t happen. Omarr doesn’t take the word no very easily though, so he might need some persuading.”
I sputter, “Th- th- this is why you need the gun, isn’t it?”
I lift my head and I see conflicted emotions run across Nik’s face. He whispers, “There are a lot of things you don’t know about me, Tina. I’ll tell you all about ‘em one day, I promise. But not yet.”
I nod under his chin and whisper back, “Okay, Niki.”
Chapter Fourteen
Sleepover
After my sob fest on Nik’s lap at the club on Sunday night, he held me in a way I’ve never been held before. It was so loving and almost desperate.
I’m developing some pretty intense feelings for Nik. And while this scares the bejeezus out of me I remind myself that everything will be alright as long as he never finds out.
I find myself watching him when he’s not looking, just doing everyday mundane things like how he stirs his coffee clockwise then counter clockwise. Or how his eyes narrow and he scratches him chin when he’s thinking hard about something. Or how he rolls up his shirt sleeves to his elbows when he’s stressed out.
I can’t believe I’ve worked across the street from The White Rabbit for two years and never knew him. All that time I could’ve known him seems wasted.
That makes me sad.
But I was a different person two years ago. There is no way I would’ve let him in then the way I have now. I’m glad he’s a part of my life now. I’m not letting him go.