“Not anymore,” she replied absently.
That was strange. I certainly didn’t see it coming. The honesty. The vulnerability. My curiosity doubled. “I guess getting your fucking ex back means that much to you.”
Her lips parted and touched her cup rim, and I imagined her doing exactly that to something else entirely. “Dasher told you that, too?” she asked without looking at me.
“Yes, but he didn’t need to.” My leg rocked as I leaned against the counter. “Your intentions to capture the fucker back are crystal.”
“You can’t blame a girl for trying to win back the love of her life.”
I threw my full cup in the sink. Forget coffee. I needed blood.
“Are you all right?” she provoked.
My fists clenched and unclenched. Then I was standing next to her again, grabbing her waist to make her look at me. “You really love that piece of shit?”
She just looked at me, smirking.
“If he comes near you, I’ll slit his throat in his sleep. If I can’t have you, no one else can.”
She was smiling now.
“What the fuck are you smiling about?”
“You’re such an idiot when you’re jealous. It’s funny.”
I snorted. “Jealous my ass. And I’m not an idiot.”
“If you think I want that douche back then you are.” She pushed my hands off her waist. “I only came to be his boss and show him hell. But…I can’t deny that when I found out he was engaged, I felt like doing some more damage.”
“Make him see what he lost damage or break off the engagement damage?”
She shrugged and gave me her ass, which looked so fucking hot even in those school principal pants.
I scratched my chin. “You have a dark side, you know that?”
“I think you mean to say I’m an evil bitch.” She winked at me over her shoulder. “You don’t have to be polite now.”
My lips twisted on a smile. “Yes, you are, Professor.”
“I didn’t think I was, but I’ve been discovering new, dark, delicious things about myself since yesterday.”
I didn’t know what she meant, but I didn’t like it.
“Have you managed to fix my car yet?” she asked.
“Not yet. Not that you’ll need it any time soon. Terror will drive you from now on.”
“Looks like I didn’t get the memo. Why the hell would I want to go to work, riding a bike? With a student?”
“Dasher feels it’s safer that way, and I agree. It’s not a negotiation.”
“I am not a member of your obnoxious club. You can’t order me around.”
“You’re the VP’s sister and living under my roof. Same rules apply. If you’re worried about what your boss would say, I’ll have a word with him. Terror! Mad Dog! Time for school! Professor is running late!”
She chuckled. “You know Professor Pattison?”
I sneered. “It’s hard for you to believe, but yes. I know your fucking teacher very well. More than I ever want to. And guess what? He owes me a lot, too. So if you want me to pull some strings or put in a good word for you, let me know.”
