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Bracing my elbows on my knees, I lean forward until I’m so close that my breath caresses the back of her neck.
A shiver rolls down her spine as my breath dances over her skin.
Whipping her head around, she shoots me a lethal stare and opens her mouth.
But right then, the professor speaks up.
“Welcome back, everyone,” he says.
Kayla grinds her teeth in annoyance but then turns back to face the professor. I let out a soft chuckle that also caresses the back of her neck. She swipes a hand under her hair, shifting it from her shoulder so that it falls down her back instead. It stops my breath from playing over her skin, but I still remain where I am. Hovering behind her like that just to piss her off.
“Today, I have a very exciting assignment for you,” the professor says. “These coming months, you will, in groups, be responsible for organizing an event. It can be any kind of event that you want, but it must be something that will show off your organizational skills. Which is what you will be graded on.”
Kayla cocks her head and starts tapping her fingers on her thigh, as if she has already started planning in her head.
“There needs to be at least three people in each group,” he continues. “But no more than five. And together, you will be responsible for organizing an event of your choice. You need to plan it and execute it, which includes finding funds, a location, a target audience, and so on.”
I alternate between studying Kayla and sweeping my gaze around the auditorium while the professor finishes his instructions. All students listen attentively and take notes. I grimace. As much as I hate to admit it, Kayla is right about one thing. I doubt there will actually be any real threats to protect her from in here. These people aren’t like the students that I’m used to at Blackwater. These people are polite and mild-mannered. Nonviolent. They would never instigate some kind of attack because they would be too worried about ruining their designer clothing.
“We should do a silent auction,” Kayla says.
I shift my attention back to her, realizing that the professor has finished speaking. All around us, people are talking and moving around, probably splitting into groups.
“Is it okay if I join your group too?” Lionel asks from Kayla’s right.
Kayla, who was looking at Jenn and Aurora, turns towards him. All three of them seem a little surprised for a second, but then they all smile. I suppress the urge to smack Lionel’s head into the backrest.
“Oh, of course,” Kayla says.
He smiles. “Thanks.”
I flex my hands as that same violent impulse bubbles up again. Leaning back in my seat, I cross my arms and just watch in silence as they begin discussing the assignment.
Though, the more I listen, the more I realize that they are not actually discussing. Kayla has taken charge and is more or less stating how they should set up this silent auction. There is no hesitation in her tone. No handwringing. No apologizing for her opinions. She owns herself and dominates the situation with complete and utter confidence.
Uncrossing my arms, I discreetly shift a hand down and adjust myself.
Because God damn, Kayla is fucking hot when she bosses people around like that.
She’s good at it too.
It really is too bad for her that she ended up with me as her bodyguard. Because no matter how bossy she tries to be, no matter how hard she pushes, in terms of confidence and sheer swaggering arrogance, she will never beat me.
She wants to be a little demon?
I will be the fucking king of hell.
7
KAYLA
It’s still dark outside the windows when I climb out of bed and sneak over to my closet. I haven’t done this particular thing since last year, because it annoys the neighbors. But Jace is turning out to be a real pain in the ass, so I can’t go easy on him.
I hated the way he sat right behind me like that in class yesterday. It made me feel like a prisoner.
Sliding my closet door open, I crouch down and push aside a stack of sweaters so that I can reach the small box in the back. After lifting the lid, I move aside some other items from my stash and then pull out the canister I was searching for. I leave the box like that since I’ll be returning my anti-bodyguard equipment to it soon. Straightening, I brush my free hand down my sleep shorts and top.
With the canister in hand, I walk over to my door and edge it open.
