Page 11 of Stitch
“Helped him, or helped herself to him? Pretty sure it’s not exactly the best recommendation to send me to a therapist who fucks her patients.”
He jabbed a finger in my direction.
“Will you get your head out of your ass? Stitch, man, I need you back. I can’t do this without you, and I’ve been doing my best, but you know you balance out the crap side of me. It’s why we did this together. I know you don’t wanna talk to some stranger about this shit, but maybe it’ll help that you don’t know her yet. Like it’s easier than talking to one of us, right?”
“Will it stop you bitching at me?” My head throbbed in time with my heart, which was racing at the thought of telling all of my shit to some stranger, especially the old lady of a brother. What if her confidentiality didn’t extend to her man?
“Yeah, and don’t worry, she’s sound. I tell her shit, and I know it won’t get back to Ice. She’ll always prioritise appointments for the club too. It’s part of our deal with her.”
“You’re not gonna shut up until I literally go there, are you?”
He smirked in response.
“Fine. Fuck it. Let me go get cleaned up first, then I’ll see if she has time for me.”
“I’ll sort that part. Just get your ass sorted, because you look like a fucking hobo.”
Cammy
The visitor Lissa wasexpecting didn’t turn up until after lunch. I was busy scrolling through social media, because I was bored out of my mind, and then the door opened and closed, and I took a second to look up.
It was a biker, but he’d already turned around, and grabbed the door handle, like he was ready to bolt.
“Wait! Stitch? Is that your name?” His shoulders tensed, but he didn’t move. He had long blonde hair, just to his shoulders, and as I assessed him, his build, his hair, I wondered, could it be him? The kisser who made me weak at the knees? The bastard, as I’d been calling him in my head. Stitch? The elusive VP?
He let out a heavy sigh. “Sorry, I can’t fucking do this.” I’d reached him by this point, and some crazy urge made me rest a hand on his shoulder. He tensed further, and let out another heavy sigh.
“It’s you, isn’t it? From last night.”
I wanted him to turn around before I answered him, then I realised he wasn’t sure, like maybe he hadn’t really even seen me. Did he just see a warm body, and a potentially willing pussy?
“Wow, is that your way of saying you barely fucking remember what I looked like?”
He spun on his heel, and even angry, he was hot. Seriously hot. There was that stubbly beard growth that I’d felt when he kissed me. And there were those intense eyes. Blue. Bluer than I’d imagined. My knees weakened again at the sightof his face, of how it felt to have those eyes on me.
“Uh hi.”
His lips twitched almost into a grin, at the same response I gave him last night, then he sighed.
“I’m sorry. It’s not that I didn’t recognise you, it’s just that I turned before I even really looked around me. I thought I could do this, but I don’t think I can.”
I glanced at Lissa’s door. She’d told me to inform her when he arrived, but I had a feeling he needed time first.
“Do you drink coffee?”
He sighed. “Starting me out easy, eh? Jesus, I can’t fucking believe I forced my mouth on my brother’s old lady. I’m such an asshole. Why didn’t you tell him? He should be kicking my ass for that. I… I deserve an asskicking. I’m so sorry.”
Suddenly the guilt on his face made sense. He hadn’t met Lissa before, so he thought she was me. He thought I was with Ice, and he’d made a move on me.
“Stitch, my name’s Camille, Cammy to my friends. Lissa’s in her office.” He blinked, glancing from me to the closed office door.
“You’re not Ice’s old lady?”
My lips made a smile without my control. He looked like a weight had just lifted from his shoulders, and I hated that I’d put it there.
“I guess that’ll teach you to introduce yourself to women before you stick your tongue in them.”
He groaned, and rubbed a hand down his face.
