Page 13 of Kneeling to Candy

However, like a creeper, I continue to track Candy’s movements throughout headquarters on one of my monitors at my workstation in the tech cave where I work alongside my best friend and fellow MC brother, Ziggy.

Chase—head of intelligence for Mercy Ravens Security and third-in-command in our MC—sits across from us. No doubt Chase is monitoring Simone—the club president’s sister-in-law, who owns his balls. It makes me feel less like a sick bastard, knowing my fellow brother is as infatuated with his woman as I am with mine.

Is it wrong to follow Candy on the security cameras scattered throughout the MC headquarters?

Yes.

Do I give a shit?

Abso-fucking-lutely not.

When I don’t have eyes on her, I grow restless. My insides become jittery when she’s not in my sights, panic slowly filling my blood stream. I’ve tried to limit how much I watch her, tried to go cold turkey, too. Like a junkie, my pulse races and palms sweat as my fingers creep toward my computer, eager to locate her. And like so many addicts, I cave, scrambling to find her and not relaxing until I see her cross the screen on the camera feeds.

There’s no use hiding my need for her. I no longer attempt to cover my monitor or close out the screen when others walk by my workspace. All my brothers know I’ve staked a silent claim on the pink-haired beauty. Hiding my attraction for her feels…wrong, like I’m ashamed for wanting her when I feel anything but shame for my strong woman.

Besides, Candy is aware I watch her on the other end of the camera. Dare I say she seemed pleased I was monitoring her with how well she took the news and her smile fighting the corners of her pretty petal lips?

Continuing to hide my—for lack of a better word, obsession—seems pointless when the woman who’s grabbed my attention knows it. Therefore, I won’t.

My eyes hungrily focus on Candy as she approaches the door to my suite. This isn’t anything new. Since the day I grew a pair and followed her into the storage closet beneath the back stairwell, I’ve often spotted her approach my room, only to speedwalk past it and retreat to the closet on the ground level.

Today is different.

Candy slows her pace, stopping in front of my room. She eyes the door to my private domain, teetering on her heels.

With her tiny white teeth worrying her bottom lip, Candy reaches a tentative hand out to the knob…

YAAASSS!

Like a racehorse, my heartbeat accelerates into a sprint. The pulse in my ears drowns out the loud hum of our heavy computer equipment in the room, growing louder with each second. I lean closer to my monitor, unable to believe what I’m seeing.

Watching Candy take my offer to use my space for privacy has me gripping the armrests of my chair, digging into the tough leather on the padded cushions.

Her dainty hand closes around the knob, and I nearly groan with anticipation. She’s close.

As if she can sense me watching her from the camera in the hallway’s corner, her eyes dart towards the lens.

“Go inside,” I beg.

There’s movement at my side, but I ignore whoever is lingering near me. I’m too engrossed, watching the woman of my dreams taking the first step in trusting me.

Candy holds my stare through the camera, her big brown eyes swallowing me whole. She has the kind of gaze that could crack through my breastbone and cradle my heart in her hands.

She looks back at my door before looking back at the camera.

I nod at the monitor like she can see me, encouraging her to trust me enough to use my space as her new sanctuary.

Candy’s thin brows pull together, her face morphing into a sad pout. Her hand drops away from the knob at the same time her face drops from my view. She walks away quickly, like her ass is on fire.

“Fuck,” I spit through my teeth, throwing my pen across my desk out of frustration.

She was so damn close this time.

Defeated, my head falls back against the headrest of my computer chair as I grumble my curses.

“That was anticlimactic,” Ziggy surmises beside me.

Turning to face my best friend, I glower at him. “Do you mind?”

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