“What?” I ask when I turn back to find both Biff and Titch’s stares burning into me.
“I don’t know about my lil’ sis over there, but I wasn’t born yesterday. There’s no way in hell Spike is letting you out of his sight anytime soon. The only other place he wants you sleeping is the other side of his bed, not in another flat on the other side of the city.”
“Whatever,” I say, waving off his comment as if it’s nothing. “I should probably go find him.”
I walk away, knowing that they’re still both staring at me.
“I promise not to say I told you so when it turns out I’m right,” Titch calls after me before barking a laugh when I flip him off over my shoulder. “He’s in fucking trouble with that one,” I hear him say to Biff before I knock on Spike’s door and slip inside.
I’m expecting to find him brooding in the corner of the room or something, but when I look around, I find it’s empty.
Making the most of my peace, I take everything in. Unlike his flat, this place is tidy—spotless actually. The two walls are covered in hand-painted designs, another has photographs of more artwork framed and arranged kind of like a huge mosaic, and the third wall holds a floor-to-ceiling bookcase with a built-in desk. It’s impressive and totally not what I thought I’d find. I was expecting some dark and dingy room with crap everywhere.
I run my fingers over some of his art as I make my way farther into the room before letting my hand float up the soft leather of the tattoo chair and making myself at home behind his desk.
There’s a half-completed design that he’s clearly been working on, and I can’t help but picture what he might look like while deep in concentration as he sketches.
I run my fingers over the intricate floral design, totally lost to the details of the piece, so much so that I don’t hear him join me.
It’s not until he speaks that I realise he’s here and that he’s right behind me.
“So you haven’t changed your mind ?”
“Jesus, Spike,” I say, clutching at my chest where my heart is racing beneath. “A little warning would have been nice.”
“I didn’t exactly sneak in.”
“Yeah, well. You scared the shit out of me.”
With his hand on the back of his chair, he spins me around. His eyes drop to where my skirt is sitting high on my thigh. It’s probably high enough to give him a flash of my underwear beneath, but I don’t make any effort to cover up.
After long, tense seconds, his eyes find mine.
“You like what you see?” he asks, a twinkle in his eye that’s been missing since our time in the shower this morning.
Fuck, how was that only this morning? My core clenches with my need to feel him inside me once again.
Biting down on my bottom lip, I make a show of checking him out.
“I think you already know the answer to that,” I say in a voice that I hope is low and seductive.
“I wasn’t sure about it,” he says, leaning over me and swiping his sketch from the desk. “I think it’s too dark for what my client wants.”
My brain misfires for a few seconds as I try to switch lanes to talk about his sketch instead of telling him how badly I need him to fuck me again.
“J-just switch out a couple of those red roses for whatever these lighter ones are,” I say, pointing to the flowers in question.
“Maybe. I guess we’ll find out soon. She’s in this evening to get started. I need to finish this off for her. Do you mind?”
“Oh… um… sure.” I hesitantly stand, but the arsehole doesn’t move, so the second I’m at full height, I’m almost pressed against his hard body.
“Spike?” I question, trying to figure out what the hell kind of game he’s playing. He blows hot and cold faster than I can compute.
“Kas,” he counters, his voice deep and sending tingles right where I don’t need them.
“My brother could walk in here any moment,” I say, pointing out the obvious. “How do you think he’d feel, seeing you pressed up against me like his?” It’s a low blow, but I can’t help the words falling from my lips.
His eyes darken and his jaw pops with frustration while his scent fills my nose and makes me want to do things that would be a really, really bad idea in Zach’s studio.
“Go and sit in the chair over there, and stay out of my way.”
A shiver runs down my spine at his cold words. I might believe them if his eyes didn’t betray how he really feels.
“With pleasure.” I slip away from him, making sure I run my hand across his crotch.
“Motherfucker,” he grunts when my fingers tease his already semi-hard cock.
I walk over to the other chair, where I dropped my bag when I first walked in here.
“Spike?” I ask, bending down to pick it up and ensuring my arse is in the air.
He clears his throat before answering, and I can’t help but laugh. “What?”
“Where’s the bathroom?” Standing to my full height, I spin toward him with a smile plastered on my face.
“Down the hall on the left.”
I nod and duck out of the room. I can’t help laughing to myself as I hear him cuss as I shut the door behind me. Although, I can’t help but wonder if he was right as we left the flat earlier, because this could be the worst idea ever.
There are two cubicles in the room labelled as the bathroom, but I ignore them in favour of the mirror hanging above the basins.
Dragging my makeup bag out, I place everything I’ll need on the counter before starting with my concealer. I might have slept better than I was expecting last night, but that doesn’t mean I’m not rocking bags darker than most days.
I’m putting
