Chapter 12 Isla
ISLA
It’s been five days since Skull dropped me home and rode away after giving me another kiss that made me want to rip his clothes off. He hasn’t messaged me, and I haven’t reached out to him either. He’s a man who goes after what he wants, so hell, maybe he’s changed his mind about pursuing me.
“Still haven’t heard from the sexy biker,” Liz asks as she washes her hands in the sink. I’m back on day shifts now, which I prefer. Although it means I have to get up really early to take Layla for her run.
“Nope. I’m not going to hold my breath,” I mutter, leaning back against the bathroom wall and studying her. I didn’t tell her any of the details, nothing about me going to the clubhouse or about Rose. I just told her about the car and the dinner date.
“You should go on a date with Dr. James. He’s the hottest doctor I’ve ever seen, and he also rides a motorcycle, since that seems to be your thing.” She grins, wiggling her eyebrows.
“Do you know how many nurses here he’s slept with?” I ask with a raised brow. “I know he tries to keep it on the down low, but women talk.”
“Yeah, well…” She shrugs, checking her lipstick in the mirror. “There have been a lot of rumors, but not one of them suggests he’s bad in bed.”
I laugh, shaking my head at her. “I’m not sleeping with anyone I work with.”
And although Dr. James is hot, there’s never been a spark there. We both head back to work after our break, and when I turn the corner, I run right into Dr. James himself.
“Isla,” he rumbles, smirking.
“Yes? Did you need me for something?” I ask, checking the time on my watch. I usually work in the maternity ward, but because I started out in the ER, they sometimes send me there.
“How are you doing?” he asks, studying me. With his black hair, green eyes, and a dimple in his chin, he’s a good-looking man. We’ve all heard about how he was at the top of his class at med school, and how he likes to surf in his spare time when he’s not fucking nurses.
“Fine, and yourself?” I reply, puzzled over the interaction.
“I hear we have a mutual friend.”
“Who?” I ask, frowning.
He laughs under his breath. “Skull.”
“Oh,” I mouth, surprised. “Yeah, I guess we do. How do you two know each other?”
More amusement. “We’ve been friends for a long time. Both he and his brother.”
“I see. Well, it’s a small world, isn’t it? Now, if you don’t need me for anything, I better get back to work,” I reply, smiling at him before I walk away.
“Isla,” he calls out, and I slowly spin back around.
“Yeah?”
He licks his bottom lip, and my gaze follows the motion. “We should go out sometime.”
My eyes widen, and my mouth opens and closes. “Like hang out as friends?”
There’s that word again.
His green eyes dance with playfulness. “No, sweetheart. On a date. What do you think?”
“Uh, that’s nice of you, but I don’t think that’s a good idea. Not to mention, I know you like to sleep around with all the nurses, and I don’t plan to be another notch on your belt.”
He glances behind him and then storms up to me, sliding his hand up my neck to grip the back of my skull. “You’ll thank me later for this.”
And then he kisses me.
I gasp, taken by surprise, and he takes full advantage.
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” I hear a growl, and then Dr. James is wrenched away from me and slammed into the opposite wall. Skull says something to him, low and deadly, and slams his fist into the wall right beside Dr. James’ head.
Normally, I’d rush in, but he said they are friends, so what are they playing at? Dr. James has never shown any interest in me until now, so I know he doesn’t like me.
He just wanted to piss Skull off. Although I don’t know how he knew he would be here, or why Skull would even be angry, considering he hasn’t spoken to me in days!
Days.
I’m suddenly angry.
Storming away, I leave them both to kill each other. I’ve almost made it around the corner of the hallway when a large hand grips my elbow and pulls me into a corner.
His eyes are darker than I’ve seen them, from ocean to navy, and his chest rises and falls. But I don’t feel scared. I know this man would never physically hurt me.
“I’m going to fucking kill him,” he grits out, glaring down at me. “Did you want that kiss?”
My eyebrow arches. “I’m pretty sure the last time we spoke, you know, before you ghosted me, we spoke about not owing each other anything. Who I kiss is none of your business.”
Not that I wanted it, but I’m going to handle it with Dr. James in my own time.
“It is when he’s my club brother,” he snaps, clenching his teeth. “Don’t try to play me against my brother, Isla.”
Wait, what?
“Dr. James is in your motorcycle club?” I mean, I knew he rode, but I didn’t think he was a Serpent. How the hell does he pull that off?
Skull’s eyes soften when he realizes I didn’t even know. “So, you thought you were just kissing some doctor?”
“He kissed me, and I’m pretty sure it has more to do with you than me,” I reply, placing my hand on his chest and pushing him back. Or at least I try, but he doesn’t even budge. “Now I have to get back to work.”
“I have a wedding to go to this weekend… be my date,” he rasps, running the pad of his thumb along my jawline. “My whole club will be there. It’s my vice president’s wedding.”
He wants me to meet his whole MC.
After ignoring me all week?
“Why?” I ask, frowning. “Why don’t you take one of the club girls or something? You don’t get to ignore me all week and then ask me on a date. Stop playing games with me, Skull.”
A muscle works in his jaw. “I thought it would be easier if I stayed away from you. I fucking tried, Isla. It would be better for you, better for my brother…” he trails off, his throat working as he swallows.
“Yet here I am, chasing you around a fucking hospital because I can’t stay away.
I’m sick of fighting it. No one else gets to put their fucking mouth on you. ”
“Is that what this is about?”
“No, I came here wanting to invite you to the wedding before I saw Scorp fucking touching what’s not his,” he growls, caging me in against the wall with his palms on either side of my head.
I know I shouldn’t be turned on right now, but I am.
Tilting my head back, I look up at him. “What do you want from me, Skull?”
“You,” he whispers, pressing a soft kiss against my lips. “Say you’ll be my date.”
No. I want to say no, but the words don’t come out. This beautiful, sexy man is begging me to go out with him. How am I meant to say no to that? Better yet, do I really want to, or am I just holding a grudge for his silence?
“Okay, I’ll come to the wedding.”
He smiles, and it hits me right in the stomach.
“Does that mean you’re speaking to me again?” I add in a sarcastic tone.
He leans forward, kisses me on the right side of my neck, just below my ear, and then steps away. “I’ll message you tonight.”
And then he walks away, leaving me to stare at the Serpents of Chaos patch until he disappears.