Page 27 of Ghost Note

Only to come face to face with the one person I was trying to avoid.

The door slammed shut behind me, making me flinch, and I stared at Danny who was no more than two feet away. So damn close, yet so far away.

I don’t care who sees me love you, Daisy Piper, as long as people know that I do.

Lying arsehole.

Green eyes stared back at me, but the hate that had shone through them before was now gone as he dropped his gaze down my body, letting it linger over my stomach until it eventually rose back up to my face.

I took a step to the right to try and get around him, but the corridor was narrow, and there was nowhere really for me to go.

“Look,” I sighed, “I’m getting pretty bored of this broody staring bull-crap already, so if you could just get out of my way, that would be great.” My voice didn’t sound as strong as I’d wanted it to, but when I glared into Danny’s eyes, I projected all my strength at him. I wanted him to move. Leave me alone. To go back to his perfect life under bright lights and adoring screams. I wanted him to let me go.

Instead, he took a step closer, forcing me to take one back until my spine pressed up against the harsh wood of the bathroom’s door. My palms slammed against it, and I watched as Danny took another step until there was only a few inches between us.

His aftershave smelt different now—less clean. Less… Danny. More cigarettes and alcohol, fame and money. But my heart raced from the smell of it anyway because it belonged to him.

“Get out of my way, Danny.”

“Don’t you miss me at all?” he asked quietly, his minty breaths making me dizzy.

“No. So move. Now.”

“Make me,” he whispered, his hand rising to land on the door behind me to trap me in. “Convince me you really want me to go, Daisy, because your mouth says one thing, but your eyes say another.”

“You’resuchan arsehole.”

“I think that’s what you want me to be.”

“What the hell are you talking about?” I hissed, scowling.

“You want to have a reason to hate me, but we spent too much time together, and you know that, deep down, I’m not that guy.”

“Oh, really?”

“Mmhmm.”

“You’re being that guy right now.”

“Am I?” His eyes trailed down to my chest just as I sucked in a hard and heavy breath that made my breasts bounce. Danny’s eyes darkened, and they traced the curve of my neck before he ran a finger over my shoulder, watching as the goosebumps that had always adored his touch rose to the surface to greet him. I smacked his hand away instantly.

“Donottouch me,” I growled.

“Then tell me to leave, and I’ll leave.”

I swallowed, hard. We both heard it. We both felt my resistance.

“Leave,” I forced out through gritted teeth.

Danny’s eyes shot up to mine, and a second later, he stepped away, creating distance between us that I’d longed for, and now hated.

Just because he looks like Danny, it doesn’t mean it is him.

My hands fell limp by my thighs, and the two of us stared at each other for a moment before I forced myself to stand stronger and take a step towards him. He searched my face wildly like he was seeing it for the very first time.

Raising a finger, I pushed it into his chest with as much force as I could.

“The next time you touch me without my permission, I’ll break your damn hand, and I’ll break it in three places. Bear that in mind, Mr Big Bad Rock Star. I wouldn’t want you to be out of work because of a weak, skinny woman like me.”

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