I gulped.
“Are we still on for later?” he asked in a seductively raspy voice.
I swallowed again, working my throat to complete the action so I wouldn’t choke on spit. I knew what he was asking me and there was nothing, absolutely nothing sexy about owing this man money. But the way he presented it in front of Britte and Colton and anyone else who happened to be anywhere near us, made what we were going to do later sound oh, so dirty.
When I didn’t, or couldn’t respond, he prompted me. “You’re not ditching me are you?” He pulled me closer, his hand still trapped between my shoulder strap and body. Somehow my cardigan was pushed aside, living the back of his hand pressed against my bare skin. “I’m really looking forward to tonight.”
His eyes flashed with something heated and intense. Maybe a warning?Oh because he wanted to make sure I really wasn’t ditching him.Dang it, he pulled me right along with everyone else into his act of seduction. I shook my head, working to clear the lust from my brain. It was just that his eyes were so deep and dark, and he smelled so good and….
“I wouldn’t ditch you,” I promised, forcing myself out of wherever that spiraling train of craziness was going. I smiled reassuringly, but I meant it. I might not be able to give him his money back, but I would help him find it. Whatever that meant. But because Colton was here, and because he had set me up perfectly, I finished with, “I’m looking forward to tonight too.”
“Good,” he grinned triumphantly. His other hand slipped under the other strap and he pulled me one step closer so that the front of our bodies were touching. My chest against his chest, my stomach against his flat, hard, perfect stomach. His expression turned absolutely devilish and then he dropped his head and kissed my neck. It was loud and sloppy and mostly playful and I squealed and then gasped. And then he was gone.
His hands released me and he just walked off.
My entire face was the color of a red tomato and my hands were shaking from something like total humiliation mixed with ridiculously misplaced lust. The place on my neck where his lips had just been was still warm but cold too from the residual slobber, which should have been disgusting but still managed to be hot. Mostly because it was Fin Hunter’s slobber. And my body kind of buzzed with an energy I was completely unfamiliar with.
“So this is not about me then?” Colton snapped, bringing me harshly back to reality.
“Uh,” I coughed, cleared my throat and then coughed again. “This is definitely not about you, Colton.”
His eyes swept over me in a calculating glare but finally he moved passed us on his way to class. Britte’s mouth was hanging open again and her eyes were practically outside her head.
“How exactly is he expecting you to pay him back?” she demanded.
“Oh,” I thought that over, thought over what just happened, but still I couldn’t make sense of any of it. “Oh, no. Oh not like that.” I shook my head vehemently while my light brown hair slashed at my face. “No really, not like that.”
“Uh-huh,” Britte did not sound convinced at all.
Come to think of it, I didn’t really think I was all that convinced either.
Shoot! Thiswasabout prostitution!
