Page 25 of The Biker's Second Chance
I groan at her sudden intrusion on my thoughts. I’m feeling so much right now when it comes to her. She’s distracting in the worst way, and she’s not even in the same room as me. The logical part of me knows I need to sort out my feelings for her, but I’m avoiding it by putting her in a different room. As if a hallway is going to be enough to forget what happened at the hotel.
I was so close to taking her. I wanted to. Hell, I still want to.
Leaning back in my chair, I close my eyes and take a few deep breaths. I need to deal with all that later. Right now, I need to focus.
A sudden quick knock at my door jerks me out of my internal conflict.
“Yeah,” I answer before finding out who it is.
My heart drops when Jayne walks in and closes the door behind her. So much for dealing with this later.
“What do you want?” I question before she has a chance to say anything.
“Stop the shit, Spike.” She glares at me and crosses her arms over her chest.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about. You walked into my room. I think I have the right to know what you want.”
“I want to talk about what happened at the hotel.”
God, not now.
“Jayne, get out. I have nothing to say to you.”
“Bullshit. It’s obvious you have a lot to say. You had plenty to say when I was squirming underneath you in the bed. Why can’t you talk to me now?”
“I was just trying to get you to settle down. It’s the only way I know for sure that works.” I shrug, acting as if what I’m saying isn’t a complete lie.
“You and I both know that’s not true.” She drops her hands and softens her voice. “Spike, I know you’re mad. I’m mad too. But that isn’t going to make what is going on between us just vanish. We need to talk about this.”
“What don’t you understand? There was a time to talk. A time to get to the bottom of all this, but you chose a different route. You left, remember?”
She flinches away as if the words actually hurt her.
“It wasn’t that cut and dry, and you know it.” Her voice trembles.
“It was for me. I don’t want to talk about anything. You need to leave.”
“I’m not going anywhere.” She lifts her chin in defiance.
“That’s a first.” I retort, clenching my jaw, trying my hardest to keep calm.
“Spike, I—” her words are cut off by a ringing coming from her pocket. Words can’t describe how grateful I am that her phone is going off right now.
Jayne pulls her phone out and looks down at the screen. I see the confusion on her face as she examines the number before she answers it.
“Hello?”
I walk closer to her, ready to usher her out of my room, but I’m stopped dead in my tracks when I see all the color drain from her face.
“Who is that?” I question.
Jayne isn’t talking to me, she’s focused on the call.
“You don’t have to do that. She didn’t do anything. Just leave her alone.” That tremble in Jayne’s voice gets more pronounced, and I can see tears starting to gather in her eyes.
“Who the fuck is that?” I ask again, louder this time.
Someone is making my girl cry. I won’t fucking stand for it.
