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I liked the tension, though. Tension was going to save my ass.
My real major was nursing, but it wasn't the time for real majors.
"Public relations."
"Public...relations?" Zed lifted an eyebrow. Rocco lifted two.
"Yes sir." I smiled.
Honestly, I wasn't sure what classes a public relations major would even take, but I thought the name of the major might make their minds go to sexual relations.
Ford's suspicious gaze landed on me. "You're acting weird."
"Isn't this how you wanted me to act when you kidnapped me?" I drawled. "Agreeable?"
Jesse growled at me, and I ignored him. Instead of responding to his grumpiness, I changed the subject abruptly. "Where's your bathroom?”
If I was going to make things more tense and uncomfortable, I needed to be wearing less clothes.
"I'll show you," Rocco offered, coming around the table. As I hoped, he picked me up out of the chair and carried me toward the bathroom.
The wolf didn't even realize that his protectiveness was going to work against him. And damn, I was enjoying feeling evil.
Jesse trotted beside us, and I leaned my head against Rocco's chest. I was so far from comfortable doing it that it wasn't even funny, but comfort would be sacrificed in favor of survival every time around.
I tugged my hair out of its ponytail, letting it fall against Rocco's arm as he walked. I hadn't brushed it out, but I knew guys liked the just-woke-up look sometimes.
"Thanks for the ride," I gave Rocco what I hoped was a sly smile and kissed his cheek before he set me down.
The wolf growled at his friend/brother, and I bit back a grin as I shut the door behind me.
Evil. So, so evil.
I analyzed myself in the mirror. I didn't own many sexy outfits because I didn't particularly like the attention they attracted, but I knew how to make my curves work for me.
First things first: the shirt had to go. With the faded concert t-shirt on, I looked cute. Without it, I had on leggings and a sports bra... AKA workout clothes, and what guy didn't like workout clothes on a girl?
I pulled up my boobs a bit, making my cleavage spill a bit out the top of the already-tight sports bra. Next, I finger-brushed my hair to get rid of some of the tangles, tugging the blonde locks over my shoulders so they framed my curves.
Stepping over to the toilet, I flushed it just so the guys wouldn't be suspicious. Then I washed my hands, because who knew what germs were on Ford's toilet.
The house looked clean and modern, but men were gross.
I opened the door and walked right up to Rocco, wrapping my arms around his neck. "I'm ready for a ride." I had to bite back a laugh at myself, because I knew the guys would take the comment sexually.
Jesse's snarl told me he had, and Rocco's red face said the same.
"Right. Okay." Rocco lifted me up off my feet, carrying me honeymoon-style toward the kitchen. His eyes were focused away from my exposed stomach and cleavage. "Do you want me to turn the AC on? We could cool it down in here if you're feeling warm."
I laughed.
Bold Teagan, coming right up.
"Oh, no. I just prefer not to wear shirts when it's avoidable. I figured I'd come over and check out the crowd, see if it would make anyone uncomfortable first before stripping. But you all are just so welcoming, I realized I was being silly to hide who I really am." I wrapped my fingers around his bicep. "Wow, you're so strong."
Rocco's expression was bordering on panic at that point, so I was positively gleeful.
I lifted my fingers to his face, brushing my hand over his scruffy beard.
