My heart does some sort of dip thing. Shaking that shit off I whistle out to Ghost who’s standing with Timberly looking at me. Muppets.
“Get over here and help,” I holler out and this beautiful women’s voice rolls over me like a fire.
“Seriously, you don’t have to. I have it sorted.” I look her up and down and then at this huge, black, granite table then back to her stunning eyes.
“Shit, babe. Don’t mean to be a dick, but ya kinda don’t.” Her eyes burn into mine as her fingers grip the table turning white against the solid black.
“I have shit under control, thank you.” Her voice is trying to sound in control as her eyebrow rises. I see a small scar that runs perfectly through the middle of her eye. As the wind kicks up around us causing her bangs to blow off her face, I see that the scar actually runs up over her forehead. Her hands quickly brush them back down in place again.
She snaps her eyes to mine.
“Problem?” she questions.
Hands up in front of me I say, “N-n-na babe I just w-wanna help is all.” I stutter out as she has me feeling all sorts of fucked up.
“Let the boys help, doll.” Timberly’s soft voice is a welcome sound for once, breaking the alluring pull to allow my eyes to search hers once more.
Ghost’s hands go to where hers were and I see that Timberly has pulled her off to the side. Her cheeks are pale, her eyes wide and her hands shaking as she pulls nervously at her top.
“Where is this going babe?” Ghost busts out, sweat beading on his forehead. This will be killing him as he hasn’t worked out since Jenna tried to kill him with a hot shot. All he’s done is try and shake the drug his body craves.
“Um in the back please, like in the middle along the back wall so I can look out onto the street.” Her voice is hypnotic.
“Sure thing, babe.” He purrs out at her. I shoot him a look warning him to back away. Why? I don’t know. She’s not mine and he’s doing fuck all. Just talking to her, calling her babe. That’s it.
We haul this granite table up over the curb and slowly into the shop that is overflowing with all things floral.
Her eyes never leave mine as we walk backward toward her designated area.
“Right there, is perfect.” Her hands point down to the floor as we settle the table down. How she even knows we we’re in the right spot has me thinking as her eyes have never left mine.
Squaring it up for her and stepping away her fingers run over the cool granite. The black shines under the bright tube lights hanging from the ceiling on long chains. The white ripping over the black is a perfect match. Light meeting dark.
Her body brushes against mine as I step from the space. My eyes seek hers under her bangs so her searing green orbs meet mine. Heat hits me and a calm overcomes the darkness that I haven’t felt for years. It quells at her electric touch and burning stare.
Snapping away from her spell binding hold, I seek out Timberly. She is hovering around, her fingers running over the steel shelving units holding all types of girly things that occupy this now small space. There are glass bulb things hanging from the celling holding small green looking plants with white pebbles and dirt. Vases of flowers run along the whole length of the one side of the room’s wall taking up even more space and filling it with a heavy scent.
“Thank you.” Her small yet demanding voice cuts through my mind.
“All good, babe. No problem at all.” Ghost’s voice grates down my spine as he looks at her and her back at him.
“It was nice of you, but you didn’t have to.” She hums out looking down with hooded eyes.
“Babe, we kinda did. You couldn’t have moved that alone and Timberly here, well, she would have busted our balls if we didn’t,” he says as he looks over at Timberly.
“Right, Brother?” he says to me, as I look at our little lady with a massive grin on her face. She brings the long-stem, purple Iris up to her nose taking in their sweet scent. Her eyes roll closed as the euphoria washes over her face and body she hums from the beautiful smelling flowers.
“Mmm, these are my favorite.” She purrs out. No, they were her favorite. I can’t even handle it. Memories hit my frontal lobe as hate, love, lust and sadness hit me all at once. The past starts to creep up my spine, the tell-tale heart palpations start as my mind falls back down the rabbit hole of bad habits and near death.
“Kiss me.”I locked my eyes deep into hers as I stepped into her space in my room above the club..
“What’s behind your back?”she questioned as she tried to look behind me as I turned stopping her.
“Kiss me,” I murmured again the need for her lips on mine is like the itch in a vein, killer and oh so pleasurable.
“81, what are you up to?”She looked at me, her beautiful head cocked to the side as her tongue rolled over her bottom lip wetting it.
“Hannah, close your fucking eyes and kiss me, will you.” My voice was deep and laced in sexual warning.
