I couldn’t possibly say. Nor did I know why the flicker in my heart was so intense.You have slept with this man once. Sat beside him in his open-plan office once. Why does he make you feel like this?
No answers were forthcoming from my subconscious. Regardless, I stepped back from the doorway and waved him inside.
Cam crossed the threshold and shut the door behind him. He leaned on it, his leather jacket creaking against the wood.
“You are not wearing your cut. That is what you call those leather vests, yes? With your club colours on the back?”
He shrugged. “It’s not like it is on TV. We don’t wear them all the time because it attracts too much attention. I don’t want every fucker I ride past to remember me.”
I remember you.“What about your friend? How long are you going to leave him outside for?”
“As long as it takes.”
“As what takes?”
“Whatever. He doesn’t give a shit. It’s his job to watch my back.”
“He’s your bodyguard?”
“Among other things.”
I’ll bet.“What’s his name?”
Cam tilted his head, as if he didn’t like what he saw straight on and needed a second look. “Why are you asking me that?”
He’s suspicious.I almost smiled, but my gut told me he wouldn’t like it. “I am a curious man. Most things I can see without question, but you are a complex soul. You do not like being looked after, no?”
“He’s not looking after me. He’s watching my back.”
“Why? I am in front of you.”
“It’s not you I’m worried about.”
Now we were getting somewhere, though it didn’t explain the heated gaze the green-eyed biker had sent Cam as he’d stepped through my front door. Or ease the painful tension gripping Cam’s muscular frame.
It didn’t suit him and I didn’t like it. I held out my hand and beckoned him forward, then turned on my heel without waiting to see if he responded and returned to the kitchen, my bare feet making no sound on the polished tile floors.
He’s behind me.I opened the fridge, ignoring my tingling skin. “Would you like a drink?”
“Just water, thanks. I gotta ride again tonight.”
“What about your friend?”
“Don’t worry about him.” Cam’s footsteps were heavy. He closed the distance between us and reached a muscular arm over my shoulder, shutting the fridge, his breath warm on the back of my neck. “Turn around.”
I obeyed because I wanted to see his face.
And he knew it, but there was no victory in Cam’s gaze. Only a sharpness with a faint haze of bewilderment.He’s worried I’m the enemy. That how he feels right now, with me, makes him weak.
I drank in his subtle emotions, toying with how to respond. His vulnerability in this moment would’ve been easy to exploit, but pointless. All I wanted from Cam was the one thing I’d told him he couldn’t have—another night in my bed. Messing with his head served nothing except to gift me with a clawing emotion I didn’t entirely recognise. Guilt? Maybe. The real question waswhy? I didn’t know this man. I did not care about him, not really. He had no right to be in my kitchen making me feel these things just by looking at me.
So tell him the truth.
Never. But perhaps I could scratch the surface. I raised my arm, noting that he tracked every movement I made like I was a venomous snake ready to strike, but at the same time, drowning in the heat of his gaze. He didn’t want me to be his enemy. He wanted...
Hmm. I wasn’t sure. He wanted to fuck me again, but what else? What did he need?
And why did I care?
