“Oh, like you could do any better, pillow princess,” she retorts, annoyed.
“What did you just call me?”
“You heard me.”
Pillow princess? I'm not a pillow princess. It's not my fault I don't have the urge to take care of Adonis or any other man I've ever had sex with. That certainly does not make me a pillow princess.
“I'm not into girls, so that isn't applicable.” I raise my voice slightly. It wasn't the best retort, but she had to know that what she said wasn't accurate. Only dykes can be pillow princesses as far as I'm concerned and I'm not a dyke.
She nods, laughing lightly in that annoyingly smug way she does. “You're right. The word I was looking for isboring.”
Breathe in. Breathe out.
“Darling, when it comes to sex, I can assure you that I am the furthest thing from boring.”
I don't mean to purr the words out, I don't mean for it to sound so seductive, yet it doesn't matter what I meant, all that matters is that my words make Adaline's breath hitch. Never in my life have I felt so grateful for not blinking than I do in this moment.
Adaline Emery is a brick wall; her walls impenetrable and her emotions utterly guarded. So that slight hitch? That’s like heroin coursing through my veins.
“Oh yeah?” she asks teasingly, playing with the heart necklace around her neck.
“If I was your way inclined—”
“You mean if you liked fucking girls,” she corrects vulgarly, smiling at my genuine discomfort.
I grit my teeth. “Like I was saying, if I was deplorable like you, you'd find out very quickly that I'm not boring in bed.”
I do not know the words that are leaving my mouth at this instant. I don’t mean the words leaving my mouth, I just need to see her lose, to take her words back. Right?
“You give yourself too much credit. I'm not Adonis. I'm not easy, Juliette.” I bet she isn't. Nothing about Adaline Emery screams 'easy to please'.
“Really? I beg to differ …” I stand up slowly, walking towards her. I place both of my hands on the arm chair and she doesn't even flinch.
She looks like she's holding her breath and I like it; I like when she looks like she's doing something because of me.
“You would be incredibly easy. I think all it would take is one touch …” I lean into the side of her head, engulfing her scent once again as I move my fingers towards hers so our pinkies are touching. “One touch. Where would it be? On your waist? Or on your neck? No, it would be on your ass. All I have to do is mark your ass red for the way you speak to me. Then you'd be begging for me to be inside you. Isn't that right?”
I move my face back to look at her. She's breathing heavily and her eyes are hooded in a way I've never seen before and it is exhilarating.
I would be goading about her reaction if I didn't feel how soaked my own panties were. Why are my panties soaked?
“Juliette …” she whispers, leaning closer to me. I suddenly cannot find the will to breathe as I search into her forest green eyes. This close up, there's a speck of hazel light in her iris—something I've never noticed before.
“Yes?” I whisper throatily as I hang onto every word that she's about to say. I count the seconds in my head; anything to keep me focused and breathing, because I feel like I can't breathe.
One. Two. Three. Fou—
“Ineverbeg boring people to fuck me.”
Before I can respond, she's using her foot to push me away from her gently. I'm speechless. Not willingly, but I feel as though I can't even open my mouth to respond to her.
How does she do that—turn off her emotions in less than five seconds?
I clear my throat, pretending like this encounter hasn't bothered me as I sit back down on my bed. “Whatever dyke.”
She scoffs loudly. “Let's just move along with the actual tutoring. We've only covered animal cells; we still have so much to do—”
I tune her out when she starts rambling, I should actually thank her for this because it's reminding me of how infuriatingly annoying she actually is. Her behaving like this is giving me the required time I need to calm my breathing.
