Page 8 of Marked By the Obsessed Biker
He grabs it, and holds it out to me. I hold up my wet hands and try to shake the water off, but he squats, sitting on the edge of the tub. “Here, I’ll get it.”
He gathers my hair together and then piles it on top of my head. It takes him a few tries, but he finally gets it all up in a wild bun on top of my head. “Thank you,” I mutter.
He finally looks into my eyes and nods. He’s about to stand up, but I put my wet hand on his denim-clad leg. “No, don’t go. Can you sit there?”
He nods again.
With him sitting this close, I lean my head back on the edge of the bath tub and close my eyes. “Talk to me, Grey.”
His voice is gruff. “What do you want to talk about?”
“Do you hate it when I call you by your real name?”
He clears his throat. “No, you can call me Greyson or Grey. But nobody else better try it.”
A warm feeling wraps around me. “Do you like working at Heat & Ink?”
“Yes,” he answers immediately.
“What do you like to do in your spare time?”
“Umm, ride my bike into the mountains.”
“Do you have a girlfriend?”
I ask the question and hold completely still. I would think, if he had one, I would know about it, but who knows?
It feels like he takes forever, but he finally answers me. “No, I don’t.”
“Are you guys going to kill that man downstairs?”
He shifts next to me, but my eyes are still closed.
He lowers his voice. “Princess, you know what we are, and you know we’ve killed for less.”
When I don’t say anything, he continues, “Do you understand what could have happened to you?”
I let out a breath. “Yeah, I know. I can’t stop thinking about it.”
I feel his fingertips on my bare shoulder, but I don’t dare move. Hell, I don’t even breathe because I don’t want him to stop.
“We won’t kill him. But we will make sure he never touches another woman like he did tonight. And I promise that you’ll never have to look at him again.”
“Okay,” I murmur.
He rubs his finger back and forth. It’s completely innocent, but it still burns me up. “Hey, you’re going to be okay, Alice. I promise you that.”
I softly inhale. “I know.”
We sit here quietly, and I try to enjoy just having his fingertips touching me. Eventually, when the water starts to turn cold, I open my eyes, not wanting to get out yet but knowing I should.
When I look up at Greyson, he’s staring down at the tub. I see that all the bubbles have disappeared and realize that he is looking at my body through the almost clear water. I run my hand across my stomach and down to my thighs. Greyson physically jerks as he watches me.
Caught, his eyes widen as he looks at me looking back at him. He clears his throat and stands up, turning his back to me. “I’m sorry. Shit, I’m sorry, princess. I shouldn’t be… I’m sorry.”
I lift the drain so the water starts to empty and struggle to stand up. My groan has him turning around. “Are you okay?”
I nod and stand to my full height as I pull the lever to turn the shower on. When the water starts to spray, I pull the curtain but don’t close it all the way. I don’t know what it is, but I want to be able to see Greyson.
