And for some reason, I did.
He didn’t walk towards my room but his side of the floor. When we reached his door, he opened it and stood to the side. Never uttering a word, I just stepped into the suite I knew would be so much nicer than the one the girl athletes had.
“Want something to drink?” he offered, breaking the silence. I opened and shut my mouth wondering what the hell he was up to.
“What were we doing?”
“There’s beer, soda, waters,” he added as he set my bag down on the table, obviously ignoring me.
“No thanks, I don’t accept drinks from strangers,” I sassed, finally finding my voice. His lips twitched with amusement like he thought I was cute.
“Baby, you have no idea just how much not strangers we’re going to be.” I rolled my eyes and crossed my arms over my chest.
“What are we doing here?” My eyes skirted towards the hall that led to the three rooms this suite hosted.Is this a sex thing?Was he going to make me hook up with him since I’d turned him down?
“Sit.” He patted the back of one of the chairs by the small dining table and moved to the kitchen.
I stood where I was until his eyes connected with mine from where he stood by the fridge. I sighed and begrudgingly moved to the chair. It wasn’t like he was going to want to fuck right there if this was about sex, right? Unless he didn’t mind his roommates walking on him? Unless this was his thing! Exhibitionism! He came back with two bottles of water and a… I blinked once, then twice.
“Is that a cheese plate?” I asked, my head snapping up to him. And if I was right, which as a Latina and a woman, I usually was, his cheekbones brightened and the tips of his ears tinged with pink.
“Maybe.” He shrugged, setting it all on the table.
“How do I know it’s not drugged?”
“You think I would drug cheese?” I opened then shut my mouth. “Look.” He reached and grabbed what looked like a slice of white cheddar and a cracker and popped it in his mouth. “Proof enough?”
“Hmm.” I sniffed. “Why are we here?” I asked again. He grunted hen reached for my book bag. Without asking for permission, he opened it and started taking out books and my binder.
“Boundaries! What do you think you are doing?”
“Where you at?” he asked, scooting my dreaded biology book closer to me.
“What?”
“Where you at? What’s the problem?”
“What do you mean?” I asked, and now it was him who was rolling his eyes.
“Babe.”
“Tere,” I corrected haughtily.
“Teresa.” He insisted on calling me my full name, and my eye twitched. What are you stuck on, mi cielo?” There was something about the way he called me that,his sky, that screwed with my head. It was sweet and romantic and… Focus!
“How do you know Spanish?” I asked, curiosity getting the better of me. It could have easily been a term of endearment he picked up, but there was an easiness about the way it rolled off his tongue.
“What makes you think I know Spanish? Maybe I just know that one word,” he challenged. I opened and shut my mouth because what did I care if he wanted to pretend to be bilingual?
Thanks to TikTok trends, everyone wanted to bag a Latina nowadays. Maybe this was just something he wanted to do? A notch to add to his bed. I swallowed hard as I stared at him now sitting across from me, handsome with his light brown hair with lighter streaks of almost gold that swirled in caused by the sun and not from time in a salon chair.
Shit, now I couldn’t stop thinking about Jeremy and being in bed with him.
His nose was almost perfectly straight, but it was the slight bump that made me curious. That made him even more handsome.What would it feel like skimming the line of my neck? Would it make me break out in goose bumps?My eyes roamed lower to his chest as I thought about his body. His big, broad, muscled body.
The control he’d have on it.
On his partner as he moved them exactly where he wanted them.Needed them.Then something else popped up in my head that, without thinking, made me lick my lips.
