Ghost’s eyes narrowed and he drank some more beer.
I waited for him to say what he wanted to say. It was clear that he had something on his mind. Slowly, he looked up at me and I stared back.
“Is that the kind of guy you want? Suit and tie. Office desk job, making cold calls. Calling out to you at the end of the day with, hi honey I’m home!” He had that handsome smirk on his face again.
Was he seriously making fun of my taste in men?
Probably because I’d pushed him away earlier when he’d kissed me.
I didn’t realize Ghost was capable of feeling rejected.
“I don’t know what I want, or what I need,” I said and he nodded.
“And what do you think he would have said if he found out you were stripping at Teasers?”
“He is not a part of my life anymore, and I don’t make any decisions based on what he would or would not think.”
“You still chose to be with him at some point.”
I was starting to feel frustrated. At first, this conversation felt like an interrogation, and now it was beginning to feel like an attack. What was his problem? He didn’t even know Jake, and Jake wasn’t a part of my life anymore.
“I’m sure all of us have made decisions in our lives that weren’t for the best, that we now regret,” I said, trying to remain calm.
“So now you regret being with him?”
“Jake and I were never meant to be. That relationship wasn’t going to work out. I don’t know what I need from a man, but it definitely isn’t Jake.”
I glared at him, challenging him to say something more. When he said nothing, I continued.
“How many girls have you slept with that you now regret?”
“I don’t regret anything,” he replied.
My nostrils flared. Who did he think he was?
“Good for you. Must be nice being right all the time,” I snapped and stood up from the chair.
The food was lying half-eaten in my bowl and I took it to the sink. I started emptying it out, washing the bowl in the sink. My hands shook a little with overwhelming rage and frustration as I tried to not look at him. I didn’t know how to feel about anything.
And then I sensed him standing behind me. Close behind me. He twined one strong arm around so he could grab the bowl out of my hand. He put it away on the counter and now I had no choice but to face him.
“Do you want to take a shower? Change out of those clothes?” he asked and all of a sudden, I felt like my limbs were about to turn to jelly. Nothing else had ever sounded sweeter.
* * *
There was only one bedroom in the cabin, and one bathroom. Ghost left me in his room and held open the slender wardrobe, saying I was welcome to raid it for anything of his I wanted to wear. It brought a smile to both our faces. I’d be ditching a sexy feminine red dress for a big biker’s old clothes. What a transformation!
Then he left the room, shutting the door behind him and for the first time in over two days. I finally felt like I could relax.
I spent some time sitting on the edge of his bed, looking around his sparsely populated room. It had all the basic essentials you would need in a bedroom and nothing else.
In the bathroom, I checked his medicine cabinet and it was practically empty other than for his shaving stuff. I stripped out of that red dress which I hated by this point, and got in under the hot heavy stream of the shower.
I let out a deep sigh of relief. This felt so good. I just stood there, soaking in all the warm goodness. I lathered up eventually and scrubbed myself, and then when my fingers travel to that sweet spot between my legs, I felt a longing for him again. I breathed in the scent of his soap, a masculine, woodsy aroma and I was surrounded by it here in his bathroom. I closed my eyes and let my fingers linger there. My pussy lips were swollen, my clit tender and hungry. I rubbed myself lightly, pressing my back into the cold wet tiles of the shower. I pictured him standing over me and could still taste his tongue in my mouth. The way he grabbed the front of my dress and just yanked me to himself.
So strong. He knew what he wanted. Did he want me? Or was I like all the other chicks he banged to pass the time? Did he just want company tonight?
I moved my hand away, my mind too busy with thoughts now to focus on what could feel good. I shouldn’t have gone there.
Quickly, I finished up in the shower and stepped out to dry myself. Even the freakin’ towel smelled of him and I tied it up on my head in an attempt to dry my hair a little.
Back in his bedroom, I rooted through the wardrobe. There was literally nothing he owned that was anything other than black or gray. I had to settle for a pair of jeans that hung off me like a tent. I was able to somehow hold it together with a belt. I tucked in an oversized black t-shirt.
Whatever, at least I was comfortable. And at least I wasn’t wearing that red dress anymore. My hair was still damp but I didn’t care. I walked out of his room to find him sitting on his couch, flicking through the channels on a small TV. It didn’t seem like he did a lot of TV watching.
“Nothing interesting on?” I asked, coming up behind him. He switched it off and turned to me.
“I don’t usually watch TV.”
“I got that,” I said, giving him a smile.
He looked me up and down, examining the clothes of his that I’d picked out. I
