Wait a minute…what the hell is going on over there?
My eyes narrow at the guy parked next to Daisy. For the first time since entering the room, I realize that she’s angled in her seat toward him. I’ve caught this motherfucker watching her more than a few times since the beginning of the semester. Apparently, today’s the day he makes his move.
Yeah, that is so not going to happen on my watch. Any thought I might have had about sitting elsewhere flies out of my brain. With adetermined stride, I head down the steps. People greet me along the way, but I ignore them. I can’t focus on anything other than the chick who has been the bane of my existence since the day Noah introduced us. I knew at that point she would be a problem with her curvy body and attitude and I wasn’t wrong.
It sucks major ass to want someone you can’t have.
You know what’s even worse than that?
Watching her get together with an endless string of jerks. Already, she’s been out a handful of times since we moved in. Can you blame a guy for finally snapping and deliberately ruining her chances of getting lucky?
Just thinking about the shocked look on that guy’s face when I came out of the bedroom in my underwear makes me grin.
It was, in a word, priceless.
I stop in front of her row and slide down a few seats until I loom over her. Sensing my presence, she swivels her head until our eyes meet. The flirty smile that had graced her face falls.
Sure, we have class together three days a week, but we never sit by each other. By unspoken agreement, we pretend the other doesn’t exist. But that’s not happening today.
Oh, hell no.
I jerk my head at the guy next to her. “Up.”
His eyes narrow and I arch a brow in response, wondering if he’s going to argue.
Bring it on, dude. I’m not going anywhere.
After a moment of indecision, he must realize that this isn’t a battle he’s going to win. With his tail tucked between his legs, he gathers up his shit and vacates to the back of the hall. Cheeks beet red, he doesn’t even glance in Daisy’s direction as he slinks away.
Good. The guy’s smarter than he looks.
I turn my attention to Daisy.
Her eyes gleam with anger as she hisses, “What the hell are you doing?”
A slow smile curves my lips as I set my backpack on the floor andslide onto the chair next to her. “Whatever do you mean?” I ask innocently.
“You just chased that guy away.” Daisy grits her teeth.
I can almost hear her grind her back molars in aggravation.
Ahhh…the sound is a sweet symphony to my ears.
I glance over my shoulder to find the dude I’d run off watching us with a pissed-off expression on his face. It’s a douchey move on my part, but I smile and jerk my chin in acknowledgment.
I raise my voice so that everyone around us can hear. “Now, what kind of boyfriend would I be to let my baby mama sit with another guy?” I throw my arm around the back of her chair.
The color drains from her face before rushing back in again. Her cheeks turn the mottled red of a tomato. It’s on the tip of my tongue to point this out, but I hold back. I doubt she’d appreciate the comparison.
“I am not,” she whispers, glancing around at our neighbors who are watching us with unconcealed interest, “your baby mama.”
“Really?” I scratch my chin. “Isn’t that what you told my new friend the other day?” Then I do something I’ve been dying to do for years. I flatten my hand across her lower abdomen and fan out my fingers. Heat floods through me at the contact and my cock twitches in response. “That we have little Junior to consider?”
Air hisses from her lips as she peels my fingers one by one from her belly and whips around in her seat, staring straight ahead.
I bite back my laughter. Like hell, she’s going to ignore me.
I glance toward the front of the classroom. Dr. Stein is in the middle of a discussion with another student. Taking advantage of the situation, I turn to our classmates sitting behind us. “This is my girlfriend, Daisy,” I tell them loudly.
