Page 75 of Ghost

Including her.

Luna scans the room. “Need any help?”

As much as I could use it, I’m the one who made this mess, so I need to clean it up. And the more she knows, the more trouble she’ll be in.

I shake my head. “I’ve got it covered. Most of the guys are still sleeping or at the shop today, so it’s quiet. Do you have any tests you need to study for?”

“I just turned in my programming final. But it’s okay; I’ll see what the girls are up to and keep busy.”

“Or you can hang out with me in here while I work.” I eye the chair no one ever sits in at the side of the room.

“In the Ghost cave?” She quirks an eyebrow, and I can’t help but laugh.

“Sure. If that’s what you’re calling it.”

“That’s what it is.” She smiles. “You rarely leave, and it’s not very well lit.”

“You can turn on another light if you want to.”

“Or I could just open the curtains… unless you’re suddenly allergic to sunlight.”

“Whatever makes you happy, beautiful.”

Her cheeks pinken when I use that word, and I love that I draw out that reaction.

She glances around the room. “I guess I can bring my laptop and game here if it won’t bother you.”

“You never bother me.”

“Even when you’re trying to focus?” She skates her fingers down my cut, aiming for my belt.

“Even then.” I catch her wrists before she dips her fingers beneath the band of my pants. “But unfortunately, that’s going to have to wait until I get this data to Steel. He’s been waiting on it since yesterday.”

“Wouldn’t want to piss off the president.”

“I promise I’ll make it up to you later.” I kiss the back of her hand. “Go get your computer.”

“And coffee.” She yawns. “I’m barely functioning after last night.”

Good. If she was, I’d be worried I hadn’t done my job of properly fucking her.

“Want a cup?” she asks.

“I’m good.”

I limit caffeine like I limit alcohol. It’s easier for me to focus when I’m not wired or foggy. The work I do is meticulous, and if my head isn’t clear, I get sloppy.

“I’ll be back.” She smiles, dipping out of the office.

“I’ll be here.”

The second she’s gone, I flick on the feed to watch her make her way down the hall. If she knew I was always watching, she might think I was stalking her.

Maybe I am.

Doesn’t mean I’ll stop.

I’ll just keep it to myself. After all, it’s for her own good.