Her eye twitches. “I never told you his name but-”
“Steve?” I say cutting her off on purpose. I love the way her face hardens. She knew I was watching her last night. I mean, she flipped me off while she wasthisclose to fucking him in the bar. It was weirdly erotic while she stared directly at me while doingthatwith him.
“Max,” she corrects, tilting her head at me. Of course, he has a dumb fucking name. She brushes one of the braids over her shoulder, her hand locking back in place across her chest. “And you would know if you didn’t run off.”
“I didn’t run off. I just didn’t want to see you fuck him on the dance floor,” I challenge. She raises her eyebrows in fake shock.
“Really? You look like the kind of person who would enjoy that sort of thing.”
“Not when it’s you,” I say. Her lips part and her eyebrows raise, no doubt about to pick apart what I just said. Before she can have a chance to question it, I change topics again. “What's this big breakthrough?”
Slowly, her eyebrows soften, and she shakes her head a little, drawing herself back to the conversation. She drops her arms, her gaze flickering to the mess of a room she calls her kitchen and then back to me. “Yes, I’m glad you asked.”
She pushes past me, walking towards her whiteboard and I get a great view of her ass. Her hips sway back and forth as she marches over to it basically in slow motion. I really shouldn’t be looking but I’ve not touched a woman in over a year and it’s safe to say that it’s driving me a little bit crazy.She’s got the kind of ass you want to get lost in. Spend weeks – nomonths– getting to know.
“Can you at least put on some sweatpants?” I groan, running my hand down my face when my cock hardens at the thought of her ass beneath my palms. She doesn’t turn back to me. Instead, she fiddles with the whiteboard, readjusting the pins, continuing to flash me.
“Oh, cause I’m supposed to makeyoucomfortable in my own home,” she mocks.
“Doesn’t it get tiring trying to argue with me all day?” She shrugs, but it turns into a shiver, and I can see the tiny bumps rise across her arms. “I can literally see the goosebumps on your skin. This is clearly more uncomfortable for you than it is for me.”
She finally whips her head around, those brown eyes staring straight in mine. “I’m only doing it because since you came in the temperature has dropped at least twenty degrees.” With that, she turns around, flashing me her ass once more, walking down the corridor to her room, mumbling, “You’re like a bad omen or something.”
Seriously? Since I've walked in here all I've felt is heat, heat, heat. And it definitely wasn’t the sprint I did to get up the stairs to the apartment. While she’s gone, I take a look at the whiteboard, and she’s actually done more than I thought.
As easy as this project should be for two people at the top of the class, it’s been surprisingly difficult.Especially with trying to keep up on extra credit homework that Anderson sets every day.
She finally materialises in a grey NU sweatshirt and matching joggers that are way too big for her. I think for a second if someone she slept with gave it to her or a boyfriend of some sorts. She would never keep anything of Jake’s given how much of a dick he was. I don’t know why I care. Ishouldn’tcare but I have a strange desire to want to know who gave them to her.
God, I’ve been weird this week. I need to cut it out before she catches on.
“So…This project?” I ask, trying to keep myself on track.
“Right,” she says, turning back to the whiteboard. “I was thinking about how we could actually tackle it. I actually liked your idea.”
I tilt my head. “Really? Or are you messing with me?”
“It surprised me too,” she whispers. “I just like the idea of telling somebody something and they won’t know until you say it, you know? It’s like holding onto a secret for so long and you feel free, but still restricted at the same time because it’s on the app but it hasn’t reached them yet. It’s like sending a message to someone you know won’t see it until they get home.Thatsort of anticipation.”
I nod, feeling like everything she just said is exactly what I’m thinking. “That’s exactly what I mean.”
Her face softens a little, letting me see another piece of her as she sort of smiles at me. “Well, we’ve got some work to do then.”
14
Evan
We got through a solid hour of working through the project before Kennedy came home. She sat in the living room, reciting her whole day to Scarlett who “Yeah” and “Mm-ed” her way out of the conversation and then Wren came home, defeated yet happy from skating all day and we called it a night.
I may have gotten little from her side of the Tinzingate situation, but finally putting energy into our project felt good. We finally got a basis for the app, naming itHard to Telland working out how it would run realistically.
I’m desperate to get deeper into this, so I invited her over to my house today to continue working on it. It's a dumb thing to do, allowing a Voss onto the property. But living with the boys is like a frat house. I know she’s been there a hundred times, but I want to impress her for some stupid reason.
I care about what she thinks of me. I care about what everyone thinks of me. The house I share with Miles and Xavier shows nothing of my true character. It’s messy, loud and it smells like BO. But I'm hoping that bringing her here will help me open up to her more and she’ll feel more comfortable to do the same.
It’s exactly 3:15 when she turns up outside the gates to the estate. She drove in her preciousBellezzaNera,and I buzz the monitor to open the gates and let her drive up. I watch through the security cameras as she steps out of her huge car in a red dress and black Louboutin heels.
There is no way she’s that dressed up to come and study with me. Unless she’s trying to impress me too. No, that would be crazy. She wouldn’t need to do anything to impress me.
