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“My ex is here. I don’t mind making a few people’s hearts wonder.”
“Is he gonna kick my ass?”
“Doubtful,”she snorts, climbing off. “Enjoy the rest of your night. I’ll still give you the class notes.”
“You better,” I winked as she walked off. I was still playing it cool, like my nemesis goddess wasn’t still watching.
“Incoming,” Rogan, who here is called Tank, stands next to me; both our eyes glued to our target. Mine dart away before she notices she’s effecting me.
My mood darkens.
She’s a mark nothing more. So, what if the curve of her ass makes, me want to put my hands on it?
“Hey.”
Ignoring her, I continue to stare into the fire.
“I-I uh, I’m sorry for being rude to you in class.”
Still refusing to look at her, I hold out my empty. “I could use another.”
Her anger wraps around me. I guess princess isn’t used to taking drink orders. She must be biting her tongue as she snatches my empty drink, stomping off in her boots.
“That was such a dick move.”
“I’m just getting started.”
“Mind if I go find some cute college ass?”
“Just don’t blow our cover, Tank. No pillow talk.”
He’s as big as a bear but from what I’ve heard has a heart full of gooey chocolate when it comes to the ladies.
Savannah comes back, handing me the drink so fast, cold beer sloshes over the rim, spilling on my hands.
Bringing it to my lips, I sniff then cock an eyebrow. “Did you put drugs in it?”
“Please. You’re hardly my type.”
“I’m everyone’s type. I didn’t catch your name.” The cool foam of the beer slides down easy. This shit was fucking good, making me wonder where she had found it.
“I didn’t give it.”
My brow rose. “High maintenance much?” I coughed into my hands. My beautiful beer was snatched from my hands before I could blink.
“Give it back,” I warned.
The light from the fire danced in her eyes as she dangled it just out of reach. I was transfixed. Helpless as I watched her take the cup to her mouth, placing her lips were mine just were and finishing the cold brew.
Damn.
This woman could twist me in more ways than an F-5 in Oklahoma. Lust was a powerful punch in my gut. I was playing right into her hands when I had come her to get her to play into mine.
I rose with a scowl, my eyes fixed straight ahead not even daring a side glance as I brushed past her.
“Hey! Wait… oh, fuck.”
“Chasing me already, darling?” I looked down at her hand on my bare forearm. Her skin the same familiar shade of light coffee as mine.