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My eyes narrow at him. “Quit playing, asshole. Bring me my towels and clothes now!”
“And, uh…what if I don’t?” he challenges, crossing his arms over his broad chest and showing off his ripped biceps.
“I swear to God, Travis,” I threaten. “I’ll make you wish you never met me.”
He grins, pleased with how riled up he's making me. “What did you expect, V?” He crosses his arms. “You made me adelicioussandwich, and I just wanted to repay you.” He presses his palm to his chest, faking his sincerity.
I groan, my cheeks burning with anger. I know I'm not going to win this one.
Either I wait in here until he goes to bed or leaves the house, or I walk out butt naked, giving Travis King exactly what he wants—humiliation at my expense.
I think on it a moment, anxiety of wasting time in here instead of looking over my notes for International Finance Management. I mean, it's not like he hasn't seen a woman naked before. I just hadn't planned on him seeingmenaked.
“Well, V…” he taunts. “What's it going to be?”
He knows I hate it when he calls me that. My body is shivering cold, but my insides are fired up,boiling.
“My name isn't V,” I warn, “for thehundredthtime.”
“I think it’s a very fitting nickname, considering…”
“I'm not a virgin!” I snap out, seething, knowing he was about to say it. That's it. I'm walking out. I'm not listening to him anymore!
“Well, so you say but—” His words stop as soon as I whip the door open and expose myself. His eyes widen, although he tries to act unaffected.
“Fuck you, Travis.” I walk past him, flipping him my favorite finger, and head down the hallway to Drew’s room.
CHAPTERFIVE
TRAVIS
Viola Fisher,President of Prudeville and Queen Perfectionist, has several tattoos, one on her arm and another on her thigh that I couldn’t make out because she was hustling down the hallway. My eyes widen, both shocked and impressed, and every comeback I had waiting for her vanished with a single look. I’m not usually at a loss for words, especially when it comes to rattling Viola, but all I can do is blink. As I stand paralyzed by the door, Viola prances down the hallway with water dripping down her perfect bare body as she flips me off.
She pauses in the doorway, not yet walking all the way through, and makes direct eye contact with me. “It’s rude to stare,” she bites out, her lips pinching together in a challenge—the slightest twitch depicts an evil grin forming.
I swallow, seemingly unaffected, but I won’t give her the pleasure of knowing that.
“Trust me, Princess. Nothing I haven’t seen before.” I hold my stance with both feet planted firmly on the floor.
“You’d be much more believable if you wiped the drool from your chin first,” she remarks before taking another step and slamming the door behind her.
As the door clicks shut, I wipe my mouth and chin with the back of my hand.Dammit, Viola. She has my cock all kinds of confused because if I didn’t know any better, she enjoyed that just as much as I had. It responded to her more than I’d like to admit, but I can’t fault it for knowing a sweet little thing like her. I’ve seen Viola in swimsuits plenty when we were younger, but it’s been years since we’ve all gone swimming together. Clothes don’t do justice for that girl’s curves. She has a small dimple in her lower back, right above her ass—which is perfectly round and asking to be spanked. Her tits nearly stopped me in my tracks, so perky and taut. Her pink buds were hard at attention.
Fuck me.Now I’m completely hard. Standing in the hallway. Thinking about Viola Fisher’s bare curves and how it would feel to palm those tits of hers.
Drew pops into my head, knowing he would fiercely disapprove. Not because I’m not a good guy—let’s face it, I’m a catch—but because he knows my history, and he knows his sister. Nothing good would come of it. But I can’t help thinking about the possibility of shutting her smart mouth up once and for all.
Perhaps behind the textbooks and snarky comments, Viola Fisher has a secret wild side. A side I bring out in her, and I’m desperate to see it again. As I stand there, staring at her wet footprints down the hall, I think of my next move. If she wants to play, I’m all in.
I head to the kitchen and immediately reach for a shot glass in the cupboard. The images of her walking out of the bathroom, all gutsy and hot, are haunting me. She’s absolutely breathtaking, and now she’s found a way to pay me back for all those crass remarks I’ve said to her—not that I can really blame her.
Taking the bottle of tequila from the freezer, I pour myself a shot. I tilt my head back, pour the liquid gold in, and choke the burning down my throat until it settles in my chest.
Knowing Viola and her hatred for me, I know this means war. But I wonder if I really know Viola at all anymore. When we were kids, I knew everything about her, but now I clearly have a lot more to learn.
The Viola I grew up with loved daisies and putting peanut butter on everything. Her favorite season was fall so she could jump into the huge piles of leaves. Before all of her adult teeth came in, whenever she smiled, her top teeth would rest on top of her lower lip, which I, of course, teased her about.
I also know that certain things about her will never change. Whenever she really, wholeheartedly laughs, it’s so infectious that a whole room cracks up with her. I know she has freckles sprinkled across her shoulders and a mole on her left shoulder blade. Though she prides herself on being a know-it-all, sexual jokes tend to go right over her head. When we were younger, she used to throw punches like a boy and could run faster than Drew and me. But what aboutnow? Who is Viola Fisher outside of her books and geeky Harry Potter references?
