3. Ghost

When I step outside, the prospects are standing by the door. They give me a nod as I pass. I walk out into the parking lot, searching for the raven-haired beauty that has caught my eye for way too long. I want a taste of her, and lucky for me, she seems to want the same thing.

My gaze moves over to the garage and that's when I see her, illuminated by the neon sign over the garage bay area that shows the name of our business—Titans. Short and to the point, but that's the name that covers the legitimate side of our businesses, and these days—with E-Z in charge—the club is mostly on the up and up. It only gets sketchy when we're doing shit for DeLuca, Killian, and lately, the Levkin trio. It seems, after all the mess with the DeLuca Organization, we've developed a tight relationship with Ivan and his three brothers.

I stroll toward her. With each step, I feel my dick getting harder. It"s been over a year since I"ve touched a woman. Fuck, I haven't even been interested in one since Millie fucked me over. She might have thought she was doing everything for me, but it would have been better if she had just left. Lying to me and making me believe we wanted the same things—wanted a future with me—nearly destroyed me. Anything would have been better than to have her make me feel like I was some kind of charity case. Tension seems to ease in my body as I take in the way the woman in front of me is staring at me. She doesn't see me as a pity fuck. Her hungry eyes are looking at me like she wants to eat me alive.

"Hi," she whispers, making me smile.

"Hey," I respond, and can't hide my smirk. I don't even try.

She moves her lips together, moistening them as she looks at me. I let my gaze rake over her tight jeans and soft jade colored T-shirt that clings to her, accentuating her curves. Christ, she's stacked.

"Every time I'm here, you watch me."

"I could say the same about you."

"Do you see something you like?"

"I think you know the answer to that," I respond. I hate that my voice comes out so gruff, but it doesn't seem to bother her in the least. In fact, she seems to like it.

"Mm…" she hums. "I know that I like what I see."

"You're seeing Weasel."

She shakes her head immediately. "I'm not."

"Kitten, you come with him to almost every party."

"Only to see you. If you're not here, I don't stay."

"You're using Weasel to see me?" I could almost laugh. Out of anything she could have said, this one seems the most absurd.

"Does that surprise you?" she asks. I search her face for an indication that she's lying. I don't find any, but then again, I never saw the signs that Millie was lying either.

"Kitten, if you want my dick, you just have to say so."

"Kitten," she murmurs. "That's cute, but I'm more of a tiger," she laughs. "I like to use my claws."

"Are you going to try to sink them into me?"

"I never try anything. I just do it."

I grin. She's different from any woman I've met. Then again, I've always had a thing for the kind of woman who needed a man. I get the feeling this woman in front of me depends on no one but herself and I have to admit, right now I'm finding that sexy as hell.

"What's your name?"

"Whatever you want to call me tonight," she practically purrs.

"You don't think Weasel will object to that?"

"That's disappointing," she says with the sweetest sigh, and instantly I want to hear it again.

"What's that?" I croak out. My throat is dry and I'm straining it by talking so much—and trying to make it sound as normal as possible. I wait for her to react to my voice, but she doesn't even flinch. Does it really not bother her?

"I thought you were a real man, not a boy playing as one. Someone afraid of what his buddy will do because he can't keep a girl interested," she pouts.

If it didn't hurt, I'd laugh. "I look scared?"

"You look delicious."

"C'mon," I order, and begin walking toward my bike.

She doesn't immediately follow me. For my part, I don't stop. I'm not staying either way. I find myself hoping like hell she trots her fine ass over here and makes my night a fuck of a lot better. Straddling my bike, I look at her, silently daring her to follow me. She seems to think it over. Just as I'm sure she's going to back down, she struts over to me like she owns the world. When her hand comes down on my shoulder, I swear the heat from her hold brands me. A lesser man would feel his fucking legs go limp.

"Where are we going, Ghost?"

"Did you know my name or read it on my cut?" I ask, my voice tight, but I somehow manage to keep from coughing.

"Baby, you'd be surprised at how much I know about you. You"re the only reason I"m in that place."

"Does Weasel know that?" I ask, enjoying the conversation despite my limitations. I'm barely whispering to her now, but that doesn't seem to bother her a bit. If anything, her voice has become silkier.

"Other than getting some information from him about you, the most I've done is kiss him. So, if you have hangups or worry if you can measure up going where your brother has been, you're safe."

I grunt in response.

"Your place or mine?" she asks. I shake my head. She's so fucking different from the women I've dealt with before, and it has me reeling. It's not a bad thing, though. My dick is hard as a rock, and that hasn't happened this easily since I read Millie's letter.

"Yours," I answer. She gives me directions and I head that way. My night is looking better and better by the second.