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Brandon seemed bothered by Heath’s interest in me at the party. Perhaps this is his way of keeping guys away.
But why?
Still, I can’t deny that I desire his attention.
“Seems you like sitting beside me,” I tease.
That draws his focus.
He smirks and turns in the seat, looking pointedly into my eyes. “I like the way you squirm when I’m close.”
Sam gasps and sputters soft chortles while ducking her head.
“Like hell I do,” I counter, failing to achieve firmness in my tone because he’s right; searing heat is building between my thighs even now.
“You’re biting your lip,” he says in a low and deep voice out of the ear-shot of our classmates. But nosy gazes are still glued to us, some whispering. “And guess what, little artist?” He angles his head. “You’re squirming again.”
My stomach clenches as Brandon pulls his mouth into a cocky one-sided smile.
Am unsteady air escapes.
“Gosh, why do you have to be so hot?” I wince, realizing I said it aloud. Even Sam coughs beside me.
His brows fly up in amusement at the same time his eyes glisten, traveling over me in shameless desire.
“Interesting,” he rumbles and moistens his lips.
Brandon straightens in his seat when Mr. Worley enters, and I relax at last.
Our quirky teacher is as cheerful as ever.
“Morning, good people. We’re relaxing in the garden again.”
This man loves the outdoors.
Everyone heads to the large garden, lowering into the grass in their same spots as last time.
“Heath’s having another party this Saturday,” Sam informs with excitement. “We should go.”
My gut churns with disgust as that asshole’s comments flood my head, along with how he placed a bet with his friend.
“I’m all set. Heath is a total dickhead.”
Her smile vanishes, replaced by worry. “Oh, no. What did he do?”
Keeping my voice low, I confess, “Heath said he was curious about my pussy. He bet his friend one thousand dollars to sleep with me.”
“Oh my gosh!” she yelps in horror. “That piece of shit. I can’t believe he did that.”
“Hey, Kayla,” a soft voice calls out.
Sam and I look over. Britney Decker waves.
Mr. Worley clears his throat aloud but dismisses us.
Brandon lines his forehead as his sister rises from their tree and comes over. I’m only now grasping just how slender her frame appears.
Britney sits beside me, a kind smile on her pale face. “Considering you’re the recipient of my father’s scholarship, I want to introduce myself. I’m sorry I haven’t done this sooner.”
