Page 15 of Rider Forbidden
He grabs my hand as I walk past. “Whoa, slow down, you can’t leave on your own.”
“Why not?”
“It's not safe this time of night alone.”
“Don't be silly, in this village? It's the safest place there is, I’ll get a cab - I’ll be fine. See you Monday.”
I pull my hand free from his and make my way to the exit. Then I remember that I need to tell Sophie I'm leaving. I send her a quick text on my phone telling her something came up and step into the cold night air.
I can't believe he was here. I hate him. I'm terrified of him, terrified that he’s going to want to see Eli. What right does he have now? I thought I’d done the right thing by Elijah coming back but have I made things worse? I'm going to get the best lawyer there is, I can't bear the thought of Elijah going to him for visits. I don't even know the guy. I can't do this.
Why did I come back here?
ChapterSeven
Jack
That kiss. That fucking kiss, I can't get it out of my head. What possessed me? The God knows how many beers I had probably helped in the decision making, and she just looked so fucking hot in that lacy top and those fuck-me heels, those blue-green eyes looking at me with disdain.
She certainly didn't act disgusted when my tongue was in her mouth. Why does she bring out the worst in me? I'm not an arsehole, but I sure am coming across as one to her. I sleep around, sure - but the girls know what they're getting into before I get into them. It's not my fault that they think they can change me, they think that they will be the one to change me into the perfect boyfriend, if only they knew from the beginning that they're wasting their time, I try to tell them. But her . . . she riles me up the wrong way, she’s privileged, her daddy gave her a job, she’s everything I dislike. So why am I finding myself thinking about her all the fucking time?
Now I have the taste of her, the scent of her - which was some fantastic perfume. If she can kiss like that what else will she be good at? I don’t have to like her to fuck her, do I? I shake my head. There’s the arsehole coming out in you again, Jack.
I walk into work, a little spring in my step because I know that she’s going to be there and squirming about what happened Saturday. I bet her daddy wouldn’t like that she kissed my face off in the middle of a nightclub. And what about that guy? Who the hell was he? He spooked her, she took off so quickly after she’d seen him, it was like she’d seen a ghost. Maybe she has a deeper past, one I’m interested to find out. I wonder if Sophie knows. I bet she wouldn’t tell me anyway. Still, wouldn’t hurt to have lunch with her, see what I can find out . . .
I walk into the cafe area and find it pretty deserted - apart from her, she has her head down reading some paperwork, probably looking how much I spent on toilet roll last week or some other stupid shit. Its 11 am, Sophie will be in her office and everyone else will be in the pit. I need my coffee right now. I get it and then walk over to her taking a sip, nearly burning my tongue. “Morning, Danish.”
“Stop calling me Danish.” She says with a scowl.
“I can’t help it, Danish’s remind me of you now, after our first meeting.”
She looks thoughtful “Yeah, back when I thought you were nice.” She doesn't say it meanly though, she looks like she’s being playful.
“Yeah . . . then.” I smirk “May I?” I point at the empty chair at her table.
She looks around. “All the other tables are free in here, why do you want to sit at mine?”
“Is that how we’re starting Monday morning? After we had such a good time on Saturday?”Jesus Jack, reign it in, stop being a bastard-unless you want her to get up and walk out of here.
“Fine, sit down and shut up. I wanted to talk to you anyway.”
“Did I use too much toilet paper?”
She looks baffled. “What?”
I laugh, “Nothing . . . what’s up?”
She checks around her to make sure there’s no one around. “We need to talk about what happened on Saturday night.”
I lean back and put my arm across the back of the chair. “Do we?”
If looks could kill. “Yes, I don't know what happened, but I know that it was wrong. Please don't do it again?”
I raise my eyebrows. “Oh, so it was all me? Did you not participate at all?”
She blushes - it’s so fucking cute. “I . . . I didn’t instigate it. You did - for some unknown reason. Can we please pretend it never happened, and make sure it doesn’t happen again?”
I look at her for longer than I should. She is beautiful, she has such perfect features, and a little lonely freckle just below her right eye near her nose, I wished, if it was going to be my only chance, that I’d kissed it. Missed out on that one. I need to stop thinking about it because it's making me want to do it now.
