Page 13 of Love is Blind
Christ.
That fucking smile.
Makes a man forget he’s unworthy.
That he’s resigned to living a lonely life.
She finds the stall, kicks the door open and props her cane against the wall. I should turn back around, give her some privacy and down my fucking pills. Instead, I round the line of stalls watching as she pushes her oversized jacket out of her way and hooks her thumbs under the waistband of her pajama bottoms. She starts to shimmy them down her hips but pauses to kick the door shut.
“You know, I can smell you,” she calls.
Leaning my forehead against the door, I grunt, “Wish I could say the same.”
I bet she smells like fucking honey.
Tastes like it too.
I bite the inside of my cheek and with my free hand, I grip the top of the door. I hold it still and open my other palm, peering down at the pills. They’re my one-way ticket to oblivion, a safe haven for a self-loathing motherfucker like me.
The toilet flushes and I close my fist, taking a step back. I remove my hand from the top of the stall just as she opens it and walks headfirst into my chest. Her hands go to my leather kutte and she lifts her chin. Those gorgeous light eyes stare aimlessly at me and I feel my dick twitch against the zipper of my jeans. In this light they look more green than blue, but just as hypnotic.
The girl is gonna be my undoing.
“Ghost?” she whispers.
I swallow.
“Yeah,” I rasp, my nostrils flaring.
Run, pretty girl.
Run as fast and far as you can.
“Good, for a second I thought some strange perv was watching me pee.” Her hands leave my kutte and she feels around for her cane. I take another step backward, giving her room to navigate her way to the sink. Reaching it, she props her cane against the vanity and turns on the tap.
“Do you think people saw me come in here?” she asks as she washes her hands.
I shrug my shoulders, temporarily forgetting she can’t fucking see me.
“Probably.”
She turns off the tap and shakes her hands over the sink.
“You know what that means, don’t you?”
She turns around and leans her hip against the vanity, flashing me that pretty smile of hers. This time it holds a hint of mischief and fuck me if that ain’t hot. Makes me wonder if she’s ever walked on the wild side and more than that, if she’s willing to do it again. Only this time she’d be doing it with Satan’s baddest knight.
“The whole bar is probably in disarray right now,” she continues.
I narrow my eyes at that. If they didn’t blink an eye when I followed Vivi to the bathroom, I doubt anyone is making a fuss that she’s in the men’s room.
“They’re sitting around with their basket of baby-back ribs and their trendy mules whispering about the big burly biker and the blind chick getting it on in the bathroom.”
I study her for a minute, gauging her features.
“And you like that idea?”
She straightens her shoulders and purses her lips, contemplating her answer.
