Smiling, she steps closer, and I veer backward like a magnet is repelling me, because her being in my vicinity is absolutely terrifying.
“Sit.”
She leans in so close I gulp as my body instinctively moves down along with her incessant gaze, as if to avoid contact as long as possible, until my ass actually hits the seat I was sitting in.
She holds up a phone. “This is your car, right?”
Shit. She took this picture while I was going back up the mountain again.
“I …” I don’t know what to say that won’t make her kill me.
Would she, though? In the middle of this classroom, with all those people watching?
She tilts her leg sideways, revealing her pantyhose and shorts, along with the knife hiding in an inner pocket. “Answer me.”
Yup,she definitely would.
“Could be,” I reply.
The only way she knows that could be my car is …
My eyes widen.
“Don’t play coy with me. I know what you did …” She leans in so close I can practically feel her breath on my skin, and fuck me, I’d almost lick the air just to get a taste. “Xavier.”
The way she says my name has my skin pricking with heat.
Her finger reaches for my chest, and she taps me, each time a little harder than the one before. “You. Watched. Me.”
She touched me.
God, she actually touched me.
I shake my head vigorously.
“Admit it.” Her finger slowly moves from my chest to my throat, and I can’t fucking breathe. “You’re the masked guy, and you watched me.”
“Watched youwhat?” I mutter.
The grin that spreads on her face is devilish, and she leans in to whisper into my ear, “Kill.”
Shivers scatter all across my spine, not just from the word, but from her breath so close to my skin.
“No, never,” I lie.
How do I talk my way out of this?
She pulls away, still smiling as her fingers slowly wrap around my throat. “Don’t lie to me, Xavier, that’s rude. And you don’t want to be rude to me, do you?”
I shake my head.
“Good boy.”
Me?
A good boy?
My cheeks heat instantly, and a whimper escapes my mouth when she squeezes my blood vessels so tightly my brain begins to tingle.
