Supernaturally Kissed (Frostbite 1)

“When you gotta go, you gotta go,” I said, unapologetic, and walked toward the largest of the three stalls. Once in, I grabbed some toilet paper, placed it over the top of the door and closed it. “Eww…” Then with the same protection on my hand, I flipped the lock. “Eww.”

I dropped the toilet paper in the can, turned around and met a pissed-off Kipp. “What?” His scowl deepened and I realized my mistake. “Okay, I forgot we’re not alone,” I whispered. “What is it?”

“Why did you leave him?”

“He’s not the one.”

He shook his head, shifting his weight as if to prepare himself for the battle ahead. “You don’t know that.”

“I do and so should you.” If I could have poked him to prove my point, I would’ve. “Cole has zero interest in me and the fact that his friend is practically waving his dick at me, I’d say you have the wrong guy.”

“Get back out there.” Kipp pointed toward the door with his hand, which happened to now disappear through the stall wall. “Try harder.”

“What do you want me to do, hump him?”

He nodded firmly. “If that’s what it takes.”

I had the urge to knock this ghost up to the gates of heaven myself. I swatted at him. “Fine, get out of my way.”

The moment he morphed through the stall door, I unlocked it and slammed it open to find the two men staring at me with blank faces. “What?” I shouted.

“Are you all right?” the man who spoke before asked.

“Yes, I’m perfectly fan-fucking-tastic.” I tore out of the bathroom like a bat out of hell, but I only got a few steps out before I stopped dead in my tracks.

Cole waited for me, leaning against the wall with a grin on his face. “You were in the men’s room?”

I stuffed the anger away and found an alluring smile. “I don’t wait for anything.”

Cole frowned and grabbed me by the arm. I gasped in fear as he dragged me toward the back of the club.

“You’re safe,” Kipp said, stepping in stride with me. “Nothing will happen to you.”

As if that settled my sheer panic. I attempted to yank my arm away, but he had a death grip on it. “What are you doing?” I squeaked.

Cole said nothing until we reached a corner of the club, which was private. He placed me in the corner and gave me a firm look. “Listen, I don’t want to hurt you.”

“Hurt me?” I almost screamed for help right then and there.

“I have a wife and a family who I love deeply.” Cole released his hand from my arm. “I’m flattered by your approach of me, really, you’re a beautiful lady. But I’m loyal to them.”

“Oh…oh.” I regained myself. “Well, that’s a good thing.”

“It is.” He glanced over my attire before he looked back to me. “You seem like a nice woman, so you might want to rethink what you’re wearing. It gives the wrong impression.”

My cheeks burned red hot, but not from humiliation. This came as the result of anger hot enough to send steam from my ears. Not only did I not want to take part in tonight, but I had been rejected and now looked down upon because Kipp made me wear this ridiculous outfit.

“I wish you a good night.” Cole walked away to leave me standing there, alone.

I turned toward Kipp and glared a glare like no other. “You…you…you.”

He held his hands up in surrender. “This is the first time that I’m grateful to be a ghost.”

I stepped forward and all but snarled at him. “And why would that be?”

He backed away, even though he had no reason to fear my wrath. “‘Cause you can’t hit me.”

“You’re damn right I would hit you,” I shouted. “Do you have any idea what I just went through, and for what? Nothing at all. Let me tell you this, Kipp McGowen, you can get someone else to do your dirty work, I’m so fucking done with all of this.” I walked past him, then turned back, not giving a rat’s ass who heard me. “If you know what’s good for you, you won’t say one fucking word to me for…” I tried to come up with a reasonable time. “Forever.”