“. . . what I meant.”
All I can do is watch her get further away from me, all kinds of thoughts racing through my mind. One sticks harder than the rest.
I see you now.
The ping of my phone drags me back to the actual mess waiting for me, because for a moment, my only concern was forcing my brain and mouth to work properly, and I failed catastrophically at both. It’s Link and Connor typing in our group chat, saying they’ll be joining us at the stadium too.
“Where’s Carter?” I question Connor when I get there, my eye still twitching at the thought of the cringe first impression I left with that redhead.
“How the hell should I know? He can go fuck himself,” he bites out, not sparing me a glance.
This shit between them needs to stop. They actively avoid each other or barely talk when we’re in the house. Never seen them like this. And all that over a piece of ass.
“What’s the failsafe?” I turn to Dean for details.
“I had a feeling that dipshit might fail us, so I contacted this lady—Felicity Stone.”
“I’ve heard that name,” I interrupt.
“Everyone has. She was doing great five years ago, but stoppedpainting when her husband died from lung cancer,” Dean says.
“And you plan on convincing her to start again?” I eye him, uncertain if it’ll work.
“I already have. She needs the money to send her daughter to college. But she had one stipulation—the Lung Cancer Foundation is to be sponsored by us with part of the profits. I obliged. We have her on board. A well-known name we won’t need to work to hype up is at our disposal.”
“Anyone ever tell you you’re a fuckin’ genius?”
“You have, but do go on and say it again.” He smirks, smug as a rooster in a henhouse.
“You are a fuckin’ genius.” I slap his shoulder, and I can breathe again, knowing we have a perfect scenario that lets us launder even more than we planned. “Drinks and dinner are on me tonight. Can you call the gallery and let them know of the changes? I have anotherfireto take care of before we get back to the house.”
“What are you up to?” Link questions.
“Low-key stalking.” I stifle a laugh.
“Really?!” Link asks.
“First time for everything.” And with those words, I catch myself pacing toward the building, where I last saw my redhead enter. If she has lectures there, I’ll stick around. I plan on figuring out who I’m dealing with.
Leaning against a lamppost, I wait, and about forty minutes later, she finally comes out.
I follow her for the next three hours, staying back, fighting the stupid urge to close the distance. Turns out she’s a business major like me, only she’s a first-year.
She makes her way to the dorms with her face buried in the textbooks, not sparing anyone a glance, loose strands on the sides further veiling her features.
I halt behind a nearby tree when her sweater gets caught in a bush, and a few of her books spill to the ground. And then it happens.The moment she loses the ‘you can’t shake me’ facade, giving in to anger. She throws the rest on the concrete, visibly pissed, and starts pulling the sweater off.
Yeah . . . I’m staring. And drooling.
Face to die for, body that should come with a too-hot-to-touch warning label.
Tank top, curve-hugging jeans, and I can’t tear my eyes away, my hands itching for a touch. But I don’t have the time to fully enjoy the sight because her top gets stuck on her bracelet, and with an oh-soelegantshout of “Fuck!” she starts beating it into the ground, continuing her tirade with “Stupid fucking sweater!”
I chuckle. Mental note: piss her off again. She’s fuckin’ adorable when she’s feral. A scrunched-up nose and bared teeth on that deceptively sweet face of hers are the most captivating view I’ve ever seen. Once the sweater is on the ground, she kicks it, right before ripping off her glasses and hurling them onto the heap of textbooks. Then she pulls her braid from her back, letting her hair loose.
Fuck... she’s the kind of woman wars get started over.
She stands there for a minute, heaving and mumbling under her breath, before dropping to her knees. And there it goes, the tornado of lust sweeping all thoughts from my mind, leaving only the image of her like that, with my dick in her mouth.
