“I thought it wore off. You haven’t been to the club.”
“I overstepped and made you uncomfortable. Trust me, it fucking kills me staying away.”
“You haven’t followed me at all?”
He shakes his head. “No, but I wish I had.”
Me too.
“Let me show you how to use the shower. Do you want some tea?”
“Tea?”
“It’s too late for coffee.”
Right. He doesn’t know that tea is my favorite comfort drink. “Um, yes, I like tea. Do you have chai, by chance?”
“Probably. Sugar?”
“Honey?”
He nods, motioning for me to follow him to the room to my left. Inside is a spacious bathroom with a tub, a standing shower, and a two-sink vanity. He starts the water, pushing several buttons so all the jets and the rainfall showerhead turn on. Just a slight upgrade from my cracked and peeling tile, barely bigger than a coat closet shower at home.
Specter opens a cupboard and pulls out a fluffy towel, then digs through the cabinet below the vanity, returning with an unopened toothbrush.
“After your shower, we’ll order some toiletries and clothes for you.”
“Order?”
He winks. “You made the right decision. I’ll keep you safe.”
I nod, whispering, “Thank you.” There isn’t much else I can say. All the fight in me was left in the parking lot defending against my attacker.
Before he leaves, his eyes roam from my face to my feet and he scowls. “Your knee is scraped too.”
I glance down, hardly noticing. “It’s fine. I’ll need concealer to cover the bruise though.”
Specter studies my face, and I notice the tension in his jaw again. He’s pissed, which can only work to my benefit. We’ll figure out who did this to me, then may the heavens help them. Specter is out for blood, and weirdly, it’s kind of hot.
CHAPTER 11
Specter
“Fuck!”
I yell the word before taking a deep drag of my cigarette, standing on the back veranda in the cold to vent my impotent fury at the situation. I stopped following him and he got hurt. Why didn’t I trust my instincts?
“What’s going on?”
I swing around to see Phantom standing behind me, a concerned look on his face.
Blowing out a breath, I run my hand over my stubbled chin. “Someone I care about was attacked.”
“The guy you’re obsessed with?”
I nod. “Yes. He’s upstairs in my room. He was attacked and he came here.”
“Is he okay? Need the doctor?”
