Page 9 of The Biker's Second Chance
"Do you need anything from me? Maybe some information?" I question, and even I can hear the snark in my voice.
"Did you hear me ask you anything? When I want something from you, I'll ask. For now, stay over there and be quiet." Spike snaps over his shoulder.
"You don't have to talk to me like that." I can't help it. There's just a level of respect any living person should get, and so far Spike hasn't been showing it to me.
"I can talk to you any damn way I want to, Jayne. If you've got a problem with it, step off." He glares at me for a second, waitingfor me to argue. I don't. I'm too stuck on the way he's looking at me.
It's a little scary, a little annoying, but most of all, it's hot as fuck.
There's no talking to him when he's like this. Not that I really want to talk to him right now. In reality, what I want is for him to come over here and rip my clothes off. Make me forget all the bullshit going on around me. At this point, I don't even care if Eva were to stay and watch. I'm sure she could take some pointers.
Sex between Spike and me had always been class-worthy.
When I don't say anything, Spike turns back around and starts taking pictures of the bed where my clothes are still strewn around.
It's clear he's not having the same thoughts I am. Why would he be?
He hates me.
I deserve his hate.
I deserve that and much more.
The urges and emotions swirling around inside of me are too much. I'm already on edge because of what I walked into in my room. Worried that I might have just painted a target on the very people I've come to for help. The last thing I need is to be pining over Spike again.
I already know how intense lusting after him can get. It'll become an obsession, and either he'll reject me outright, or he'll fuck me before leaving me like a whore on the side of the road.
Neither option is something I can deal with.
I need to focus on getting out of this mess both emotionally and physically intact.
That means I'm going to have to figure out a way to quell my desire for Spike.
Somehow I'm going to have to learn how to separate him being a good man and helping me from me falling in love with him all over again.
Talk about impossible.
CHAPTER 6
INSIDE JOB
SPIKE
Peaches and jasmine.
The scent wafts up into my nose, and I have to stop myself from moaning.
It's unmistakable. Singular. It's the same perfume Jayne has always used.
I'd spent years with that scent all over my pillows and clothes when we were together. There was a point in my life when I thought it was the best. I welcomed smelling it.
Now it only reminds me of the fact that she's no longer my woman.
"Fucking girly shit." I toss the shirt I have in my hand down and look around the room, searching for the source of the smell. I know it's here.
Dirty Peach by Heretic Parfum.
I'm sure I've bought at least half a dozen bottles of that perfume for Jayne over the years.
