Page 24 of Poison Touch

Kade elbows me. “I wonder if she has anything else pierced.”

My imagination is excited about where this is going. “You mean besides her eyebrow? Like maybe places that need to have clothes removed to see them?”

Kade nods. He’s usually quiet and keeps to himself, but this girl has even piqued his interest, or my asshole-ish demeanor is finally rubbing off on him. If I had to guess, though, I’d choose the former. Ninja seems to have that effect on people, even my best friend. She makes people curious. At first glance, the guys want to fuck her, and the girls want to hate her. But after she pulls a stunt like she did this morning, curiosity wins. You want to know everything about her—and still want to fuck her.

She stretches her neck from side to side. I know she heard our conversation. How could she not? It gives me more satisfaction than it should. I lean back in my chair, stretching out my legs, my boots landing on either side of her desk.

Her gaze drops from Professor Hansley to the floor. Her profile is the only glimpse I get of her before she faces forward.

“Feeling a little caged in?” I tease.

“Since the moment I stepped foot on campus,” she returns.

I chuckle. “You haven’t seen anything yet.”

“Ms. West, Mr. Hunt, is there a problem?” Mr. Hansley interrupts our conversation.

Her head pops up to look at the front of the room. Almost the entire class whips around in their seats to see what they may have missed. Fucking pathetic. Since they can’t find a thread of entertainment in their own miserable lives, they latch on to anything they can. I imagine Ninja’s face reddening, but then again, maybe not. She’s proven she’s not easily flustered.

“No, we’re fine,” she answers for both of us.

Disappointed they have nothing worth spreading around campus, the class faces the professor again.

I draw my legs in and lean toward her. Her sweet scent, mixed with her musky perfume, clashes with the rebellious attitude radiating from her. That alone should be a warning enough to keep my distance. But I’m more than intrigued and way too curious to stay away.

“Are we fine now?” I whisper into the back of her hair.

The sound of paper being ripped scratches in the quiet room right before the crumpled ball is flung over her shoulder. It lands on my desk.

“A love note, I’m guessing.”

“In your dreams,” she whispers over her shoulder.

Unfolding the bundled mass, I’m again floored at her boldness… or stupidity. As hot as her sassy ass is, I haven’t decided yet which better suits her.

Small, block, precise letters spell out,LEAVE ME THE FUCK ALONE!

“Not a chance in hell.” I scoff. Sitting back, I fold the torn piece of paper and tuck it into my pocket.

Catching the last few words from Professor Hansley about an upcoming test, I can’t help the wicked smile playing over my lips.This is going to be fun.

Ninja is on her feet the second class is dismissed. She stuffs her blazer into her backpack, along with her notebook and pen.

“Where are you off to in such a rush?” I ask.

She stops and turns to face me. “Anywhere but here,” she says with a smile.

Internally, I grin at her audacity. It should be a turn-off, but fuck if it’s not.

“Little Ninja,” I call out. This time, she slows but doesn’t stop. “There’s no escaping.”

She doesn’t respond as she picks up her pace and bolts for the exit.

The parking lot is a clusterfuck of people and cars. Some are hanging out, and others head to the dorms. I scan the area, looking for the raven-haired rebel. She stands next to her motorcycle. Gunner and Levi come up behind Kade and me.

“Party at my house,” Gunner says.

Kade punches him in the arm. “It’s Monday, you shit.”