Keep It Classy (Bear Bottom Guardians MC 7)

The sad thing was that I’d take what I could get. And if that meant having him come to Disney World with me, and also going with him again to Florida at some point next year? Well, then I would take it.

Because I was a glutton for punishment, and I liked the hurt better than nothing at all.

See, I’d had nothing for all my life. I’d gotten no attention from anyone—except for the negative kind. I’d never been kissed—except for on a dare. I’d never been hugged by a man that wasn’t related to me. I’d never been loved by a man. I’d never had anything.

So yes, having Castiel give me even what little he had to give was more than I’d ever gotten.

And I was okay with that.

“Yo,” Castiel said, sitting up from his sprawl. “You okay?”

I blinked and smiled—or tried to anyway—and shrugged. “My mind went away from me for a few seconds.”

His eyes narrowed. “Tell it to come back.”

I chuckled under my breath. “Yes, sir.”

He gave me a grin that made my heart race.

“I have to go back to work…you’ll be okay?” he asked carefully.

I nodded. “I have a ton of work to catch up on here, and my other job won’t wait much longer on my edits.”

He frowned. “What do you do for your other job?”

That was when Jubilee started laughing.

Castiel’s eyebrows went up in concern. “I’m not going to like what you do, am I?”

I snorted. “Let’s just say I’m going back to my own place today, and I won’t stop you from coming over, but you might want to stay away if you don’t like porn.”

Castiel stood from his couch and offered me his hand.

I took it, and he pulled me up to standing.

“Walk me to the door,” he ordered. “I have to go back to work. I also brought you some lunch, but I left it in my saddlebags. It should still be okay though since I put a cold pack in the bag with it.”

I frowned. “What kind of lunch?”

He winked at Jubilee as we left, and I stayed with him as he practically dragged me down the hallway.

“I was eating lunch before we came, discussing the case, and saved some of my food for you,” he said. “It’s a half a taco and a small salad from Mi Casitas.”

My stomach rumbled at that news.

I hadn’t been eating all that great over the last couple of days, and my stomach was letting me know.

It was also sweet that Castiel had saved me some of his lunch.

Sometimes I got glimpses of the man that he was, the man that, for the most part, he hid away. And I could easily fall for that man.

But the man he put on as a front I had a feeling wouldn’t ever allow me to do that.

When we got outside, he took my hand in his and led me to his bike, stopping beside it and dropping my hand as he did.

When he turned around with a small to-go box in his hand, I melted slightly.

“Thank you,” I said. “My mom used to send me over food from Waitr. She knew that I sometimes forgot to eat.”

He tucked a lock of hair behind my ear as he said, “I order twice the amount of food as most people. But I don’t always finish it all. You’re more than welcome to my leftovers any time you want it.”

I blushed slightly. “That’s kind of sweet, Castiel.”

His eyes went over my shoulder and he frowned.

I turned to see what he was looking at to see some man leaning against his car in the funeral home parking lot, toward the back where sometimes the people that worked in the next building over used when there weren’t any spots in their parking lots.

“What?” I asked.

“That guy was looking at us,” he muttered. “Keeps glancing up every few seconds.”

I patted his hand that was now on my shoulder, pulling me closer.

“It’s probably just one of the employees that works at that insurance company over there. Sometimes they use our parking lot—which they know they’re not supposed to do. He’s probably just worried you’re going to ask him to move,” I explained.

He clenched his jaw, eyes staying on the man for a few long seconds.

I was sure that he would continue to stare him down, but Easton walked up from behind us and said, “Ready?”

I startled and looked at the quiet, intimidatingly sexy man that had moved so stealthily. “He’s ready.”

Easton’s eyes sparkled for a few long seconds before he said, “Glad that he has your permission to leave, ma’am.”

Castiel stiffened at the words.

I scoffed. “Castiel does what he wants when he wants. I’m not the boss of him, nor do I control him.”

At my words, Castiel once again loosened his body, but before I could question him about the move, he was straddling his bike. “Call me if you need me, Sunshine.”