She glares at me.
“But I’ll give you a choice.” I rub my finger over my lip, wondering how far I can push her. “Give me your panties.”
“What?” She grabs onto them. “No.”
“Or show me your ass. I want to see how red I made it.”
“This has to fall under sexual harassment.”
She won’t tell on us. They never do. She’ll beg for it by the end.
“You know us. Bringing in the administration will only make us ten times worse. Make a choice, unicorn. Ticktock.”
Her mouth scrunches mutinously. “Fine. You can look.”
She stands, pulling her panties up under her skirt, but I raise a hand to stop her.
“Unlock the door.”
Her wide eyes shoot up to mine. Fear lingers in them.
“I promise not to touch.” Much. I give her a smile meant to calm her.
She sighs and opens the door. I step into the stall with her, and she eyes me warily.
“Turn around,” I say softly, anticipating every moment. I’d rub my hands together if I didn’t think she’d start screaming. This will go much easier if I don’t have to deal with the principal.
Pressing her lips together like she’s stopping herself from saying something, she turns. When I slowly drag her skirt up, she gasps. But she doesn’t stop me. One hand remains on her panties that she mostly pulled up. The other is clenched in a fist at her side.
I gather her skirt in my hand as I slowly reveal her pale thighs.
“Wait.” She tries to turn, so I put a hand on her shoulder to keep her facing the toilet.
“Shh.”
The skirt lifts to show her inflamed skin. Her muscles clench. I take my hand from her shoulder and trace the outline of my handprint on her cheek, feeling the heat radiating from the skin.
She gasps and tries to lurch forward, but I have her skirt captured in my other hand. “You said you wouldn’t touch.”
I lift my hand to her waist and yank her back against me. My denim covered erection presses against her bare bottom. “You don’t get to call the shots anymore.”
She sputters as she tries to come up with something. Anything to say to me.
Satisfied, I step back and drop her skirt in place. Her fist presses against the wall of the stall as she bites out, “Happy?”
I grin. “More than. See you back in class. Don’t keep me waiting.”
She grits her teeth, holding back probably every name in the book.
She’ll have plenty of time to scream all the names she likes soon enough.
CHAPTER 5
The Plan
Eli
After practice, we head down to the rec room in Caden’s basement with a bunch of pizzas. The room has a sixty-inch TV and a leather sectional. The walls are dark. It’s the perfect hangout space. His parents work late most days if they aren’t traveling, and tonight we have the house to ourselves. Perfect time to discuss our new pet.
