I moved closer.
Her tawny-colored eyes snapped to mine then returned to the front of the classroom. “Could you not,” she hissed, knowing full well what I was playing at.
I reached around, grabbed the back of her neck-which I shouldn’t have, because the buzzing in my veins skyrocketed-and squeezed. She grimaced, and it was a beautiful sight. I leaned in, so my breath could tickle her left ear. “Do you need a credit check? Is that it? Do you need to see a person’s car? Do you need proof of bank statements before you let a guy touch you?” I taunted. “How many commas need to be on that bank statement before you let a guy crawl in between those thighs of yours?”
Her jaw clenched, but she stared straight ahead, not acknowledging my words. So, I squeezed tighter until she let out a painful whimper. “Let me go,” she seethed.
My tongue darted out and licked over that diamond stud I knew was real. “How many commas, White?”
She couldn’t move her neck, but I could feel her eyes slide my way. “White?”
I released the grip on her neck and ran my fingers under her hair, letting my thumb caress the slope of her neck. “You remind me of Snow White,” I admitted. “Black hair, light eyes, fair skin, and the fact that, if you don’t live in a castle now, you used to.” I didn’t know her story other than the rumors Lars and Hunter had brought me throughout the day. She’s Alexandria Grant’s cousin and moved in with them a couple of weeks ago, or so. The guys were going to dig deeper, but the rest of it didn’t matter to me. I didn’t care who she was related to or where she came from. All that mattered was that she was here.
“Now answer the question, White,” I demanded. “How many commas need to reflect on my bank statement for it not to be rape?”
Her head snapped sideways, and her eyes burned with loathing. That word usually got a woman’s attention. Her teeth were clenched, but she still got her words out. “Because there’s a possibility of that happening?”
Fuck no, there wasn’t.
I wasn’t a goddamn rapist or sexual predator.
But I wasn’t going to tell her that.
“I think, like all spoiled, money-grubbing bitches, you’ll spread your legs for the right dollar amount,” I answered instead. “Hell, you might even swear it was love if the diamond’s big enough.”
Her eyes danced back and forth between mine. “You don’t know anything about me,” she repeated from this morning’s encounter.
I smirked. “Oh, so you’re one of them, huh?”
Her brows shot down. “One of what?”
“You’re one of those rich sluts who likes to slum it with the help, huh?” The corner of my mouth lifted in an ugly grin. “You like being held down by a guy who had dirt under his fingernails, White?”
Before she could answer-or slap me sideways-Mr. Styles took exception to us not paying attention to him. “Mr. Draven and Ms. Mitchell, while I’m sure you guys are simply getting comfortable in your tight confinements, I do need your attentions focused up here, please.”
Kenzlee growled while I chuckled, and I finally let go of her neck and leaned back to give her some breathing room. The rest of class was spent with Kenzlee trying to pay attention to Mr. Styles, and me paying attention to only Kenzlee.
Knowing she was in two of my classes killed my resolve to stay away from her. I wasn’t going to be able to now. I still wanted to, but I wasn’t a drama queen, and I didn’t lie to myself. I was a big boy. I knew whatever determination I boasted of earlier to stay away from her no longer existed. The second she started walking towards me in the way a woman is supposed to walk to her man it was over for me.
And her.
Chapter 6
The thoughts that consume us.
Talon~
“So, I hear you’re stalking the new girl and, like, stamping your name on her forehead and stuff,” Edie announced as she sat her annoying ass on the edge of my bed.
I was always home before she was because she had a ton of after-school programs and activities to pad her college applications. Plus, I think she liked being involved in different things. Edie’s mind was as open as a person’s could get. She didn’t judge, and she thought anything was possible.
Mom had just left, and I had just finished putting dinner in the oven and was getting ready to do some homework when Edie waltzed in. “How many times do I have to tell you not to listen to gossip? Especially, if the gossip is about me?”
She chuckled. “Oh, come on, Tal. I can’t help it if people feel the need to tell me all about my brother’s escapades or sexapades.”
I seared her with a look. “Don’t, Edie. I’ve already told you about that shit.”
Ever since I started fighting, girls have done the most to grab my attention, and many of them had thought they could go through my sister to get what they wanted.
