Jack chuckles. “He’s not the morality police, Baby-girl. But yes, he’s in charge of keeping everyone adhering to club rules.”
“Hhhhmm.”
There’s that damn hum of hers again.
I head to the fridge and take out a can of Coke. I wave one at Camile, and she nods in acceptance. When I offer one to Jack, however, he shakes his head.
“I ought to get back to the party.” He blows out a sigh. “It’s the last thing I want to do, to be honest. But one of us should be there.”
He really does look as if the last thing he wants to do is leave, with the heart eyes he keeps sending Camile. Does he know that his affection for her is written all over his face? I doubt it.
Still, I don’t want to get in the way of whatever is going on between them, and the woman is being decidedly frosty with me.
I shrug. “I can go to the party, if you want. You can stay here with Camile.”
He glances at her, and she licks her lips. A look of sheer alarm crosses the Prez’s features. It’s as if I’ve askedif he wants to stay and babysit a wildcat. Yeah, I’m definitely missing something here.
“No, it’s all good. I’m the President, so I should really go and make sure everything’s been cleaned up, and that we dispose of Ledger properly.” Jack drags a hand over his beard.
Camile’s mouth purses, as if in slight disappointment at Jack’s answer, and I wonder if she’s dreading being stuck here with me. I shouldn’t really care, and I tell myself that I don’t, but there’s a tinge of dismay in her reaction.
She’s became my favorite pastime, and I’d be lying if I said checking in on her via the cameras regularly wasn’t becoming something of an obsession. I’d wondered if Ace would have considered the cameras, but I guess he assumes Jack made me remove them already, or else he just doesn’t really give a fuck—he’s always been a bit of an exhibitionist. Camile had taken Ace and Rook to bed earlier, and while they hadn’t had full sex, it had kept me more than entertained. The three of them hadn’t known a fourth person had climaxed right along with them.
Jack ambles to the door and, as he opens it, turns back to Camile. “I’ll check in on you later, okay?”
“If you want,” she says haughtily. “Don’t put yourself out, though, Jack.”
God, she’s about the only person in this place I can imagine speaking to Jack this way. I watch, fascinated, as he stares at her. His jaw is working, but I swear there’s a hint of amusement dancing in his eyes. Either way, he doesn’t bawl her out or shout at her. Instead, he just holds her gaze.
They look at one another for a very long moment, and I start to feel like a third wheel.
Then it hits me. Something has happened between them. Have they screwed? The way her tongue darts out to lick her lips and her eyes widen as the stare-off increases between them tells me something’s gone down, and tonight, too. Jack clears his throat, glances to the floor, and then back up at Camile, before shaking his head and heading out of the door.
It clicks shut behind him, without the man having offered another word. I’m left in a room full of uncomfortable feelings, and a pissed looking woman. Great.
“Seems like you two have suddenly gotten closer,” I observe.
I’m not expecting the anger with which Camile turns on me. She whirls around and jabs her finger in my chest.
“Don’t you dare go around lecturing me on how to behave, Ghost.”
What the fuck?
“It wasn’t a lecture, but a mere observation, Camile. Why the sudden hostility? What the hell have I ever done to you?”
“Oh, my God, you’re unbelievable.”
She throws her arms in the air then slams them down by her side before turning and stomping toward her bedroom.
I follow her, needing answers about what the fuck just happened, but as I enter the room behind her, I freeze. I shouldn’t be in here. With her back to me, she strips out of her jeans, throwing them onto the bed beside her, then bends over to pick something off the floor, giving me a view of her panty-clad ass.
I spin on my heel in such a rush to leave that I hit myhead on the door on the way out and curse under my breath.
“You don’t have to go, Ghost,” she calls after me.
It sounds like an invitation if you only listen to the words, but her tone is venomous. It would be a very unwise man who ignored her.
I turn and look at her, wary.
