But the only reason I haven’t faked a medical emergency and bailed?
Her.
Mary Donahue.
Fiery red hair.
Curves for days.
Mouth like a sailor and a glare sharp enough to cut glass.
Sexy as hell.
Terrifying, too.
I’ve been trying to get in her good graces since the moment I met her.
Which, admittedly, is not going well.
Pretty sure she still thinks I’m a dick for not stopping Ego from breaking Sabrina’s heart, even though I told him he was being a moron.
But whatever.
Tonight, I’m trying again.
Because I’m stubborn like that.
And because I like the way she looks when she’s mad at me.Which is often.
So of course I find her exactly when I’m not supposed to.
Cornered.
Pressed up against the lockers by some overdressed prick in a suit who clearly doesn’t understand the meaning of the word no.
“I said stop it, Mr.Jonas!”she yells, shoving at him.
I don’t think.I just move.
My fist slams into his nose with a crack that echoes down the empty hallway.
Blood gushes.He drops like a sack of shit.
Mary gasps, stepping back.“Oh my God!”
“You’re welcome,” I growl, shaking out my hand.“What the hell was that?”
“I had it handled!”she snaps, shooting me a death glare.“Jesus, Kai!”
“Like hell you did.Are you okay?”
“Yeah, crap,” she mutters, looking down at the groaning man and then over her shoulder like she’s about to get called to the principal’s office.“That’s one of the school’s top donors.”
I blink.“So what?He shouldn’t be touching you like that.You said no.”
“I know, but—ugh.Dammit.Can you help me carry him to that chair?”
“What the fu—are you serious?”
