Love Thy Neighbor (Friend-Zoned)(40)

Ghost shakes his head and chuckles. “Seriously? You’re cock-blocking me?”

I’m drunk therefore my brain-to-mouth filter is on the fritz. I poke him in the chest and accuse, “The last time you had a woman over after a club night, she was a screamer! Y’all kept me up all freaking night with her ‘Oh God’ and ‘Yes, Yes More!’”

People are starting to look at us. I’m sure this has something to do with the fact that not only am I prancing around while imitating Tasha ScreamFace, I’m actually yelling out ‘Oh God’ and ‘Yes, Yes More’. Ghost doesn’t care though. He just keeps chuckling at my tipsy antics.

I mutter, “Oh, hell no. You are not keeping me up all night again.” The sudden urge to go to the bathroom takes hold of me. I look up at an amused Ghost and announce a little too loudly, “Holy shitballs, I need to pee!” I walk off without looking back. Head to the ladies, do what I need to do then walk out of the restrooms and back over to Ghost.

And I stop in my tracks.

Are you freaking kidding me?

Ghost is at the bar and, not one, but two pretty blondes flank him. One of the women has her hand on his chest and the other bats her lashes up at him. I roll my eyes at them.

Amateurs.

I look down to check on my appearance. I look good. Not overly sexy, but classy. I’m wearing one of Tina’s little black dresses. This one is tight and long sleeved with a high neck but it’s completely backless. Put a dress like this with a pair of suede ankle boots and you’ve got a combination that works for any occasion. I straighten my dress, adjust my boobs and push out my belly as much as I can.

I channel my inner wifey and stalk over to Ghost and his newest lady friends. He actually looks at my protruding belly in concern and I have to bite my lip to stop myself from laughing. I poke his chest and hiss, “This is how I find you? All over a couple of nice ladies? Did you tell them, Ash? Did you tell them when I was due?” I point down at my belly and the two women look at me with sadness in their eyes before glaring up at Ghost.

One woman tells him, “You’re an *!” while the other says, “You should be ashamed of yourself!” They shoot me apologetic looks before they walk away.

Ghost’s head falls back as he roars with laughter. He looks back at me smiling hard. “I might be angry if you weren’t so ridiculous.”

Smiling back at him, I pinch the sides of the skintight dress and curtsy. “I’m here all night. Try the veal.”

His smiling eyes turn predatory as he very obviously takes me in. He stalks over to me, takes my hand and pulls me to him. Lowering his face to my neck, he breathes me in.

My eyes widen and I tense, stiff as a board. This has to be a joke. At least, I think he’s playing with me until his breath heats my neck as he says, “Conference room is free, pretty girl. Nat and Asher round two is sounding real good right now.”

My body becomes lax in his hold, but my head screams don’t do it! I lean my head back, allowing him better access and he trails kisses up my neck and behind my ear. My head clears a little and with the best British accent I can summon, I pat his shoulder and say, “Not tonight, dear.”

Why I thought that would work, I really have no idea.

Without detaching his skilled mouth from my neck, Ghost moves my arms from my sides and lifts them to circle his neck. He wraps me up and pulls me tighter into his hard body. I feel his arousal through his jeans and instinctively rub my front against it. Ghost groans then says, “C’mon, pretty girl. At least give me a birthday kiss.”

What the frick?

Pushing his shoulders back hard, I look up into his face, my expression stunned. “It’s your birthday?”

He shrugs like it’s no big deal, replying, “Yeah, a few days ago.”

I’m so freakin’ pissed. My face scrunches and I push his shoulder again even harder. I tell him, “You are such an assface!”

Ghost’s face becomes confused and he asks, “What did I say?”

Putting my arms in the air, I answer loudly, “Nothing! That’s the point! You weren’t gonna tell me? Friends tell each other things like that. I could’ve made you a cake!” I puff out an annoyed breath, take his hand and drag him upstairs right past the booth of our friends’ questioning glances, through the door behind the VIP bar, and all the way down to the conference room. Once I push him into the dimly lit room, I lock the door, turn my angry face up to look into his clearly confused face and tell him, “Happy motherf*cking birthday, douchebag.”

Then I slowly pull my arms out of my sleeves and slide the top of my dress down to my stomach to reveal my bare breasts. His hooded gaze passes over my body as he sits on the edge of the conference table. The alcohol I’ve consumed this evening makes this easier than it would be otherwise. He lifts his face to mine and crooks a finger at me. And like some invisible string is attached to that finger, my feet slowly move towards him. When I reach his knee, I ask, “What is this?”

Ghosts looks into my eyes and shrugs. “Two people f*cking.”

I nod in agreement then smile. “Two neighbors f*cking.”

He smirks. “Two friends f*cking.”

My smile turns into a grin. “Just two people who enjoy f*cking.”

Ghost finishes on a chuckle, “And like saying f*ck a lot.”