Page 49 of Bullet
Skyla’s eyes move from me to Bullet, and she smiles wickedly.
“Hey there, good looking, are you actually staying tonight?”
In true Bullet fashion, he ignores her.
“You good?” he asks me quietly.
I look over my shoulder and nod. “I’ve got this.”
For a minute, we just stare at each other.
The DJ starts playing a new song, and Skyla squeals, forcing me to look her way.
“Come on, let’s dance!” She grabs my hand and pulls me toward the dance floor.
As we start to get lost in the crowd, I look over my shoulder and see Bullet standing there watching. Always watching. Always keeping an eye out for me.
Skyla pulls my body into hers, and we start to dance. Song after song, we move together. Guys start to pay attention, and Skyla eats it up while I get lost in the music.
“Okay, I need you to be honest with me. You two are totally fucking, right?” Skyla asks randomly.
“Who?”
“You and Bullet. The chemistry between you two is off the charts. Like I could get pregnant by just standing too close to you when he’s looking at you.”
I look over my shoulder and see him standing by the wall, arms and ankles crossed. His eyes are already on me.
The way he looks at me makes me shiver. Shit, I feel like I could get pregnant by the way he looks at me. My breath catches, and my skin feels like I’ve been electrocuted. Like I’m having an out-of-body experience.
All from one look. One that screams he sees me as something more.
That’s not how friends look at each other.
“So are you?” she asks, pulling my attention back to her.
“No, we’re just friends,” I tell her, trying to hide the bitterness from my voice.
I want to tell her that we want to be together but can’t. She wouldn’t understand. She doesn’t understand how the MC works and how loyalty is everything.
Skyla flicks her hair over her shoulder. “So you wouldn’t mind if I made a move?”
For a split second, I contemplate grabbing her by the hair and throwing her to the ground and punching the hell out of her.
Friends. Just friends.
“Go ahead, but I don’t know if he’s interested. He doesn’t really date or hook up.” I shrug.
“No one’s gonna turn all this down,” she says as she waves her hand around herself as if she’s a prize.
I forced myself to laugh. “Good luck then.”
“I don’t need luck.” She winks.
I take a deep breath and force myself to stay on the dance floor as she flounces away.
Even if I don’t like it.
“Hey, you wanna dance?” a guy in khakis and a polo asks.
