Page 15 of Unspoken Vows

“You seem to have a lot of questions, Ghosty,” she mutters, neatly ignoring me and not answering a damn thing I asked. I have to give her credit for that.

“You’re an interesting woman,” I respond, letting it slide for now.

“Nah, I’m boring.”

“You couldn’t be boring if you tried, Lennox.”

“Hmm ...,” she hums, taking a bite of her burger. “I’ll make a deal with you. You tell me about you, and I’ll tell you about me.”

“Not much to say. I’m not that interesting.”

“Same with me,” she says with a gleam in her eye.

“Eat your damn burger,” I mutter, giving up for now.

“Yes, sir.”

“You’re sleeping in my bed tonight.”

“No.”

“Yes,” I insist.

“Ghosty, we’re not having sex.”

“Fine, I’ll let you sleep, but it will be in my bed.”

“Clothes on,” she relents.

“Clothes optional,” I rebut.

“If you’re going to be naked, little Ghosty better not touch me.”

“He likes to be called Massive Ghosty.”

She throws her head back and all but cackles. I sit back and enjoy the show. Just watching her makes me feel lighter than I’ve felt in years. “I wish I didn’t like you so much,” she finally replies when she gets control of her humor.

“I’m harmless,” I assure her—and I am, at least to her.

“Yeah, being with you is like skinny dipping in a tank of piranhas.”

“You said no sex, but if it’s what you want, I’ll eat you out all night.”

“Ghost!”

“You’re the sweetest piece I’ve ever had in my mouth.”

“Ghosty, I know you probably meant that as a compliment, but never—ever—refer to a woman as a piece. It’s gross.”

“Strange stance for a woman who came to the club as a hanger-on.”

“A what?”

“Women attend club parties because they want to fuck members, Tiger. Weasel has told the club how much you like it.”

“I… He what?” she screeches.

“He told the club?—”

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