“I said apologise to her right now Cubby,” I don’t know how she does it but with whatever look she gives him, Jacob softens, and scans her from head to toe, like if he could crawl inside her body to make sure she was okay, he would.
He huffs. “Pip, I…”
“Nope,” Then her head tilts in my direction, followed by Jacobs eyes that are now full of distain.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to snap at you,”
“Apology accepted,” I say for Pipers benefit only. I couldn’t care a less about how he spoke to me.
“Are you good here?” I ask Piper, knowing by the look on her face that she feels completely safe with Jacob.
Jacob scoffs as though my concern is an insult to him. I roll my eyes.
“I’m good,” She nods. “I will text you about dinner and the fundraiser,”
“I can’t wait,” I answer honestly.
“Dinner?” Jacob asks. “Fundraiser? What do you mean,”
“I am going to have dinner and maybe go to the fundraiser with Ruella and her friends,” Jacob’s attention shifts to me.
“Asher won’t like this,”
“Asher will be happy I am leaving my room for something other than class and dance,” Piper states.
“We will see,” Jacob snaps. “Goodbye Ruella,” He punctuates dismissing me from the room. Piper slaps his chest softly.
I chuckle and leave, shouting as I retreat. “Bye Cubby,”
I smile as I hear a loud groan and a soft laugh, but that ends as Jacob speaks.
“Funny story Pip, I went to your room to take you to breakfast but found your room empty. Who should I punish? Max who was guarding your door, or you,”
“Cubby I…”
The next words are cut off as the door closes behind me but the chemistry between those two is magnetic, I can feel it all the way out in the corridor. I wish I had something like that, someone to feelcompletely safe with. My mind immediately shifts to Asher. I feel that with him.
I shake my head.
No, you don’t. What you feel is the need for an orgasm. Maybe I should invest in a vibrator while I am here, and Silas is of no use.
I open my phone as I make my way back to my room and decide on placing an order on one with all the bells and whistles. If this doesn’t sort me out, nothing will.
By the time I walk up all the winding stairs towards the top of the turret I am exhausted. The smell of bacon and eggs as I passed the dining hall is the only thing on my mind as I unlock my door.
I am going to take a nice hot bath then fill my plate, not once, but twice with all the goodies. I am so in my head imagining all the mouth-watering food, I almost miss it. But the scrappy white paper catches my eye on the floor in my room. Just inside the doorway lies a handwritten note.
My brows furrow as I bend to grab it. It can’t be from Corden or Deena, they would text. The only other person who would possibly slide a note under my door is Asher.
Shit. Not Asher. Well, I don’t think.
TWENTY
RUELLA
Ipace back and forth, the plans on a warm bath and breakfast long forgotten.
I read and re read the note in my hands as I search my mind for anything that could point me in the direction of who could be behind it. I really don’t think it is Asher, and Jacob seemed too busy with whatever is happening with Piper. It could have been Daylan. He is who I suspected attacked me, but other than the same style shoes and his grouchy behaviour, I don’t have much else to go on with him.
