She stiffens and glances at Mac, who’s unpacking his bag at the front of the auditorium. “Shh!”
“I brought you something.”
I lift the lid of the box, giving her a peek at the peanut butter brownies inside. The aroma of chocolate fills the air and, fuck, now I’m hungry.
Her eyes go wide and her tongue darts out, making a sweep of her full upper lip before she regains control. “Are those from Daily Grind?”
“Yup.” The café is on the other side of campus and always has an insane line. There’s no way I’d have been able to get there and get the goods before class, but thanks to Coop, I didn’t have to. “Baked fresh this morning.”
Let’s just hope it pays off.
“Is this some kind of bribe?” she whispers. “To protect your reputation?”
I roll my eyes and tip my head toward her. “I don’t give a shit about my reputation, Shorty.”
“So, what?” She scrunches up her nose. “It’s some kind of weird sorry-I-screwed-you-over gift?”
“If you don’t want them,” I counter, closing the lid. “Just say the word.”
“Of course I want them.” She crosses her legs and her calf brushes against mine, sending a ripple of awareness straight to my cock. “They’re my favorite.”
“I know.” Just like I know the sexy sounds she makes when she’s coming.
Mac starts his lecture, and she gives me a healthy dose of side-eye. “How could you possibly know that?”
“Maddie told me.”
She sucks in a sharp breath and mutters, “Traitor.”
“That’s a bit harsh, don’t you think?” I nudge her with my elbow, savoring the brief skin-to-skin contact. “I’m not the asshole you’ve made me out to be.”
“That remains to be seen.”
I should let it go at that, but I can’t. Not when sparring with Sutton is the highlight of my day. “That’s not what you said Saturday night.”
Her cheeks go pink and she glances around to see if anyone is listening. “We are so not talking about that right now.”
If she had her way, we’d never talk about it.
“Fine. I can wait until break.” I slide the bakery box onto her desk. This class is long as hell and she might need a pick me up. “And don’t even think about running, because I will catch you.”
“Nice,” she deadpans. “That doesn’t sound threatening at all.”
“Ms. Cruz,” Mac says, leveling his gaze at Sutton. “Correct me if I’m wrong, but I believe this is the second time you’ve interrupted my class.”
An awkward silence fills the auditorium as he waits for her reply.
Sutton opens her mouth to say God only knows what, but I cut in. “I’m sorry, sir. It was entirely my fault. I dropped my pen and asked if she could pick it up for me.” I flash him a sheepish grin. “Not a lot of room to maneuver up here.”
He nods. “Yes, I imagine it’s a tight fit for a man of your size.” He starts to turn back to the center of the room and pauses. “Try asking more quietly next time, Mr. Parker.”
“Yes, sir.”
This time, he doesn’t remind me to call him Mac.
Beside me, Sutton huffs out a breath.
Probably imagining all the ways she can de-nut you.
