Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 83760 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 419(@200wpm)___ 335(@250wpm)___ 279(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83760 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 419(@200wpm)___ 335(@250wpm)___ 279(@300wpm)
“So your dad knows about us?”
She raises her head, “Well, no. I mean, I don’t know. My brother just said it was ‘her boyfriend.’”
“I’ll handle Skylar,” I tell her.
“But.” She looks shocked. “You aren’t freaking out?”
“Baby, she has zero proof. Skylar’s up for tenure. She’s not going to say anything that would ruin her career.” I bring her close. “You hungry? How about dinner?”
I kiss her lips, and she leans into me. I rub my nose on hers.
“Brett, isn’t it bad for us to… I mean, isn’t it against the rules?” she mumbles as I brush my lips on hers, then lift my head.
“What? Me fucking you?” I grin as her eyes get big and instantly look at my door.
“It’s one hundred percent against the rules.” I laugh as she stands frozen, as if she’s been blindsided. I grab my keys from the desk, her eyes following me.
“Pizza? Cheeseburger? Salad?”
“Wait.” She holds up her hands. “You don’t care if we get caught?” She says this slowly, as if she’s trying to digest it all.
“No. I care. I just know we’re not getting caught. There’s a difference.” I take her hand, but she pulls it away.
“Brett, are you kidding me? I’ve had a really bad day. Been terrified that you’re going to be ruined because of me.” She dramatically puts her hand on her chest. “That you were going to be fired. And you’re a genius, so all of mankind would suffer because of me.” She exhales and looks up at the ceiling.
My eyes trail down her slender neck to her hard nipples, beckoning me through her tee.
“And all you can say is you know we’re not going to get caught?” she snaps. “And do I want pizza?”
I grin. Can’t help it. “So you don’t want pizza?”
“Oh my God.” She goes to slap my chest, laughing.
I pull her into my arms again, liking everything about her.
“Pizza is great.” She rolls her eyes, looking up at me.
“Look, why don’t you pack a bag, and we can hide out at my house. You can study, and I’ll work between your legs…” I waggle my eyebrows at her.
Pressing her lips together, she doesn’t full-on smile.
“I hope you feel bad,” she huffs at last. “I’m pretty sure I failed my physics test worrying about you.”
“I do. I’ll make it up to you, I promise.” I step back, holding the door open for her as I watch her face fight a battle that’s futile. I can’t stop this fucking need any more than she can. I cock my head, my eyes narrowing as we both stare at each other. Our energy thick, erotic…
“Well?” I demand.
She takes another deep breath, straightens her shoulders, then walks out, head held high, and my heart gets that weird ache again as I follow her to the exit.
She’s right. Everything she said is true. We are breaking rule number one. I smile, making my way to my car. Fuck it. Rules are made to be broken.
ALEXANDREA
“Can I get you another coffee refill?” I blink at the guy in the green apron staring down at me with a couple of muffins in his hand.
“Oh.” Straightening in my seat, I glance down at my cup. “I’m okay. If I need another, I can get it. Thank you, though.” I smile at the clearly disappointed barista.
“You sure? It’s no problem, I’m heading back that way.” He smiles, pretending to run in slow motion.
“I’m sure.” I laugh, stopping when I see a group of guys walk in. “I’m good,” I say again, looking down at my laptop screen, wondering if I should pretend I don’t see him.
This is ridiculous. I’ve apologized to Jordan so many times this week, I can’t do anything more. I felt bad and told him that, yet he said it was fine. But clearly he’s still holding a grudge if the death stare he just gave me is any indication.
I sigh, then drink half my coffee in three gulps so I can go stand in line with him and a couple of his buddies I recognize from the frat party.
“Hey, Jordan.” I peek around his shoulder. He looks back, nods, then stares forward.
“Hey.”
Annnd perfect. I look down at my coffee cup and try again. “Can we talk for a second? I’ll buy you a cup of coffee.” While I’m standing here trying to be cheerful, his buddies snort and walk up to the counter to order.
“Nah, Stan’s buying,” he says, straightening his glasses, still looking straight ahead.
“O-kay. Well, enjoy.”
I shake my head. He’s making me feel like the worst person. It’s not like I was dating him. He’s a friend, for God’s sake. Yes, I forgot dinner, and I apologized. That’s pretty much all I can do. Returning to my table, I take my seat. Great, now I’m almost out of coffee, and I can’t get more until they leave. Crossing my legs, I look down at my phone.