Good girl.
That was a test, and she passed.
“I want to be a Queen.”
I laugh, and her eyes narrow on me. I should ask her how she found out, but that would be pointless. I can connect the dots. Shana and Jasmine are friends.
“Okay,” I’ll indulge her. “Then why are you still dressed?” She just stares at me. “That’s what I thought.” I walk back over to my desk. “I assume you can see yourself out?” I sit down in my chair, but she still stands there. “I don’t have time …”
“I want to be a Queen,” she repeats, lifting her chin.
“No, you don’t.” I gesture to the door with my chin. “Get out, I have shit to do.”
She reaches down and grabs the hem of her shirt and pulls it up and over her head. Her blue eyes stay on mine as she unzips her jeans and shimmies them down her legs before stepping out of them.
I shift in my seat. “Em …?”
“Isn’t this what you want?” she asks, interrupting me.
I swallow but don’t disagree with her. She knows what I want, or I wouldn’t have taken her phone and demanded she fall to her knees to get it back.
She slowly walks around my desk and places her hands on my knees. She pushes my chair back to allow her access to stand between my desk and me. Reaching behind her, she undoes her bra, and it falls to my feet.
“This is what you want, right? Me? On my knees?” She drops before me, and I sit up straighter. Her hands reach for my belt, and I don’t stop her as she undoes it.
My heart picks up, and my cock hardens, but I keep my eyes on hers.
“I can use people too, Titan,” she states, licking her pretty pink lips. “I know what must be done to get what I want? Do you?”
Reaching out, I grip her dark hair in my hands. “What does that mean?”
Her lips part, and she sucks in a breath.
I lean forward, placing my face right in front of hers. “What in the fuck did you mean by that, Em?”
“It means we both want something.” Her hands run down my thighs. “Or do you no longer want me?” she asks. “I remember a time when you did. You could have had me, you know? I was just playing hard to get. And you chickened out.”
“New Kings” by Sleeping Wolf plays while I sit on the couch at the frat house. I decided to go out tonight. Grave and Cross wanted to hit up a strip club, and Bones had other plans. He didn’t fill me in, and I didn’t ask. I figured he had plans to fuck Emilee. But that obviously wasn’t it when I see her walk through the front door.
I’m not surprised when I spot Jasmine by her side. She immediately pulls Em through the living room and into the kitchen.
I tip my beer back and realize I’m empty. Getting up, I make my way into the kitchen as well. I watch Jasmine make two shots. She hands one to Emilee, but she shakes her head, refusing it.
Jasmine rolls her eyes and tosses them back one after the other. Before she can even set the second empty shot glass down, Trenton walks through the kitchen, and she follows him out of the room to what I can only guess is a bedroom upstairs.
I throw my beer bottle away and walk over to the kitchen island. “What are you doing here?” I ask her.
She jumps back and pushes her dark hair behind her ear. “Jasmine talked me into coming out.”
I nod and pop the top off my new beer. “I see.” I look her up and down. She wears a pair of black jeans and an ocean blue sweater. Her hair is down, and she doesn’t have much makeup on. It’s like she tried to downplay her look, knowing she was coming to a frat party. Emilee isn’t one of those girls who likes to be seen. She prefers to stay in the shadows, but I’ve always noticed her.
I grab a bottle of maple Crown and pour two shots. “Have a drink. You look like you need it.” I slide it across the island.
She takes it but doesn’t look me in the eye. She’s been avoiding me ever since I saw her and Bones in the boys’ locker room a few weeks ago. She can try to avoid me all she wants, but we both know she liked me watching. That it turned her on.
She throws back the shot and hisses in a breath. “Thanks.”
I walk around the island and approach her, testing the waters. She bows her head and shuffles her feet. Reaching up, I push her hair behind her ear. Her head shoots up, and her blue eyes meet mine. “Titan …” she whispers.
