But, well, that wouldn’t be nearly as fun.
I move up behind her, leaning down slightly—just a little. She’s probably 5’8”, tall for a chick.
“Holy shit. If it isn’t my favorite girl, how are you, Mittens?”
Delilah Greer spins around, her eyes narrowing the instant they land on me. I hadn't expected to see her here. She looksgood—pissed off—but good.
“You’re looking…well, like yourself.” She sneers.
I bark a laugh, leaning in again.
“Come on, Mittens, play nice.”
Her friend excuses herself. I think I recognize her, short and blonde. God, I hope I haven’t slept with her and forgotten.
Delilah looks at me, and yeah, I was expecting an eye roll.
But she doesn’t back away from me. We’re inches apart.
And holy fuck, she smells incredible.
Vanilla and…leather? I don’t know what it is, but it’s sexy as hell.
“Hawkins, thisisme playing nice.” She folds her arms.
I tilt my head. She’s not usually at parties. I’m sure I’d remember seeing her around.
Or maybe all that summer-long bickering just rewired my brain to be hyperaware of her. Every move, every look, every time she walks into a room like she doesn’t care who’s watching even though she absolutely knows we all are.
I take a sip of my beer, slow and deliberate. “So… are you stalking me? I swear I’ve never seen you out before. Do you leave the cave?”
She raises an eyebrow, unimpressed. “Please. I’m just shocked you managed to tear yourself away from your fan club. Thought you'd be too busy signing yearbooks or disappointing young freshmen women with their first college experience.”
I laugh under my breath. “Ouch, Lilah.”
“And for the record,” she adds, tone flat, “I do go out. Occasionally. When I need to.”
My curiosity spikes. The way she scans the room isn’t aimless. She’s looking. For someone, or something.
I try not to step closer. Try not to block her view just to be a dick. But I can’t help myself.
“Oh yeah? What do you need tonight?”
She looks me dead in the eyes.
“An orgasm.”
I nearly choke on my beer.
My entire brain turns on—well, the left side—and heat pushes straight to my dick.
For a second, I just stare.
Becauseholy fuck.
Something about the idea of this uptight, sharp-tongued woman completely losing it…
Yeah. My body reacts immediately.
