I’m not sure how long we stare at one another for. Time has ceased to have any meaning. But she’s the first to break away, hauling her gaze from me to look over at Lopez and Valeria who are now dry humping on the bench. Her bra is lowered to her waist, her tits bare for the horny audience. A few of the guys have their hands down the fronts of their shorts, rubbing one out as they watch them fuck around.
“What the fuck you looking at?” Valeria demands, glaring at the new girl with undisguised venom as Lopez stalls with his mouth around her nipple.
The new girl slowly drags her gaze up and down Valeria’s body, and her mouth tugs up into a slight smirk. “I thought I’d left all the skanks behind at my old school. Guess I was mistaken.”
Her voice is like molten chocolate, deep, sultry, and highly addictive. Thinking I might be drooling, I clamp my lips shut, smothering a smile as I watch her confidently challenge Valeria.
Valeria shoves Lopez off her, fixes her clothing, and then stalks toward the newbie. The guys trade excited looks. It’s been ages since we’ve had any chick fights, and they’re champing at the bit. I stand, ready to jump in and defend the new girl if necessary, when I spy Watson stomping this way. Valeria is too angry to notice, and Lopez is too turned on by the prospect of a girl fight to look anywhere else.
Leaning against the fence, I hang back, amused to see how this will play out.
“Say that to my face, bitch!” Valeria slams her palms into the new girl’s chest, and she falls back a couple steps.
“Get your fucking hands off me.” She doesn’t raise her voice or attempt to physically retaliate, and that impresses me to no end.
“You’re dead, ho. So. Fucking. Dead.” A vein pops in Valeria’s neck as she prods her finger into the new girl’s chest.
“I won’t tell you again.” The new girl stares her down, and she has a considerable height advantage. Valeria may be fierce, but she’s a tiny little thing. The new girl towers over her by at least a half foot, so it’s almost comical watching this go down. But I’m not flippant about it either. Because what Valeria lacks in height and body mass, she makes up for in other ways. The new girl may not realize it, but she’s just made a formidable enemy.
I can’t decide if she’s brave, naïve, or recklessly stupid.
“Valeria!” Watson barks, pushing his way forward. “Inside. Now!”
“What the actual fuck?” Valeria shoots a menacing look at Watson. Rumor is, she’s fucking him for favors, and it appears those rumors are right if the entitled expression on her face is any judge.
“Now.” Watson’s tone brokers no argument. “Powell clearly saw you pushing Zeta.” He gestures at his female colleague over his shoulder. “Don’t make this any worse. Just come with me.”
We have a name.Zeta. It’s a fitting name for the beautiful, mysterious stranger.
Valeria deliberately shoves into Zeta’s shoulder as she walks past, glaring at her with pure menace. “Watch it,” Watson tells Zeta, his eyes lingering on her chest in a way that makes my blood boil. “Keep your nose clean around here if you want to stay in our good graces,” he cautions, finally tearing his eyes away. My hands are clenched into balls at my sides, and a rush of aggression floods my system, begging to be unleashed. Right now, I could pummel Watson into a bloody mess. I take subtle deep breaths, in and out, in an attempt to cool my jets.
“Got it,” Zeta says, showing no emotion. But the instant Watson turns away, she flips him the bird behind his back, and a few low chuckles ring out.
“Baby, you sure know how to make an entrance,” Lopez says, eye-fucking her as he saunters toward her.
“I’m not your baby,” Zeta says, folding her arms across her chest. Several groans ring out behind me, and my protective instincts kick up a notch. I take a step toward her, and her eyes dart to mine for a brief second.
“Not yet you’re not,” Lopez replies with a suggestive smirk.
“Not. Ever.” Zeta holds up a palm to keep him at bay.
“Famous last words, baby.” Lopez grins.
“I don’t do sloppy seconds.” She flicks a quick gaze over him. “And you’re way too fucking short.”
“Aw, now you’re hurting my feelings,” Lopez says, only half-joking. Guy’s ego is floating somewhere around orbit, and he won’t take too kindly to a remark like that.
“Do I look like I give a flying fuck about your feelings?” She arches a brow, and I’m struggling to contain the wide grin dying to rip free.
“Careful, sweetheart,” Lopez mutters. “There’s a fine line between flirting and insulting.”
“And there’s a distinct line between stupidity and intelligence.” She wets her lips, and I can almost see the gears ticking in her skull. “Or maybe not so much in your case.”
Lopez frowns. He can’t work out whether she’s just inferred he’s stupid or intelligent.
Dumbass.
My smile breaks loose, and she notices, casting a surreptitious look in my direction as her own lips kick up slightly at the corners.
