“I know,” I whisper, and I do.
But why do I feel so drawn to him?
“I’ve been reading way too much romance,” I mutter, glancing around the room.
“How about Scorp?He’s a doctor,” Lu suggests, twirling a curl of her blonde hair around her finger.Her eyes go to Haze before they return to me.“Or literally anyone other than Ghost.He’s scary.”
“Who is scary?”Danger asks, flashing those dimples.
“No one,” Lu replies.
“You guys want to play some pool with Blade and me?”he asks, and I nod.
Yes, anything to distract me from Ghost.
Danger offers Lu and me a hand each, and we both take it.
I purposely try not to look over at Ghost while we play our first game.Blade is leaning over, aiming his cue, when he looks up at me.“Read any good books recently?”
“I read a lot of romance,” I admit, tilting my head to the side.“You?”
“Yeah, I’ve been reading some romance myself, actually.”He grins.“It’s dirtier than I thought it would be.You know how they say it’s the quiet ones you should look out for?”
My eyes narrow.
No.
There’s no way he knows.
“You’ll have to give me some recommendations,” I reply, flashing him a smile in return.
They both kick our butts.
Before we start the second game, I can’t help but look back at Ghost.
The woman is gone, and he’s leaning back against the wall, legs spread, arms crossed, watching me.His eyes drop to Danger’s hand on mine, and his jaw tightens, like he didn’t just have a woman on her knees for him in fucking public.
He was making a statement.
And he made it.
I don’t look back at him for the rest of the night.
I know Ora wanted me to stay during their lockdown, but since I wasn’t really connected to the club, I felt like it was safe to stay home.The school I teach at is only down the road from my two-bedroom house, and I have my cat, Opie, to think of.
“Miss Rhodes!”One of my second-grade students runs up to me as I walk toward my classroom.“Do you like my hair today?My dad did it!”
I smile widely at the two plaits.“I love it!It looks so awesome, Katie.”
I love my job.I love working with children and being a part of their daily lives.However, it feels like I’m leading a double life when I’m not here because I’m either writing romance novels or hanging out with my friends and their biker men.I’ve published three books so far, and surprisingly, they have done pretty well.I use a pen name, and no one knows that it’s me.My friends know that I like to write, but I think they assume it’s just a hobby.They don’t know that my latest book just hit the top one hundred on Amazon, nor do they know that it’s about sexy bikers.
What can I say?I have plenty of inspiration around me.
Still, as a teacher, Imustremain anonymous.I could lose my job if my side hustle got out, and I don’t want that to happen.My mother, who passed away from cancer, was a teacher, and so was her mother before her.So, it’s in my blood, and I guess a way to feel closer to them.
Stepping inside my classroom, I smile when I see the dolphin paintings the children did hanging on the wall.I put effort into my room, making it a bright, joyful, and safe place for my students.Placing my black handbag on the table, I go over my notes for today’s plan and wait for the bell to ring.
When the smiling faces start piling in, I greet them all individually.“How was your basketball game?”I ask Ricky.
