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Valerie laughed unpleasantly. “Oh, that’s rich,” she said in a singsong voice, “You’re being played again, Booooobby. Can’t you see? He’s explaining it to you, just you, because he’s got your number. Pretty boys can get you to swallow anything—-”
“That’senough.” Leandro took out his phone. “I’m calling school security and reporting you for causing a disturbance. If you don’t leave in five minutes, you will be cited for a major disciplinary offense.”
“Go ahead,” Valerie screamed. “She’s already ruined my life!”
“I didn’t ruin your life,” Bobby protested, now even more confused and feeling more than a little pity for the other girl. Why had she failed to notice howunbalancedValerie was?
“I barely even know you—-”
“I will never forgive you for stealing him away from me!”
Bobby gave up trying to understand Valerie. She had clearly lost it. That was the only explanation since she had no idea what the other girl was talking about. How could Bobby have stolen Blaine when he had always been on Valerie’s side?
Leandro looked contemptuously at Blaine, who was pathetic in his attempt to control the crazy bitch in his hands. “You will be part of the report if you don’t get her out of here.”
Blaine blanched at the threat. “Shit, babe, we need to leave—-”
“No! I want to teach that bitch a lesson! She needs to know that she’s never going to be happy! She doesn’t deserve to be happy! She took my love away from me. That’s why I taught her to love you, so you could leave her and make her feel my pain.”
Blaine managed to get Valerie into the car. He slammed the door shut and pressed the button to automatically lock it.
Valerie rocked the car, trying to get the door open and when it didn’t, she let out a scream of thwarted rage. “You’ll soon find out thathedoesn’t really want you! No one will ever want you! He’s playing you for a fool! You’ll see!”
Even though Leandro knew there was no way for Valerie to know how true her words were, it still struck home and he struggled to keep his guilt from showing. As Blaine drove off, Leandro remained standing with his back to Bobby.
He was so tense, Bobby realized with a frown. She wriggled her wrist and his fingers released her, allowing Bobby to go around so she could see his expression.
Their gazes met. “You’re wearing glasses.” It was the first thing he noticed about her. When he had gotten here, the only thing that registered in his mind was that some bitch was about to hit Bobby. He had reacted instinctively, inserting himself between her and the other girl.
And then he saw her clothes.
She held her breath when she saw Leandro’s eyes widen almost imperceptibly. “D-do you like it? I thought I should dress appropriately for the occasion.”
“Hot biker chick on a hunt?” He was teasing, but his voice was thick with sexual tension.
She pretended to consider it. “Well, maybe hotnerdybiker chick on a hunt because of the glasses?” When he didn’t say anything, she said nervously, “Leandro?”
He said simply, “You’re so beautiful right now you take my breath away. And,” he said solemnly, “—-you should know I have a very strong pair of lungs.”
The words had Bobby swallowing convulsively. No one – not even Blaine at his fakest – had ever said anything so beautiful to her. “You just want to see me blush,” she tried to complain, glaring at him so she wouldn’t accidentally cry and let him know how much those words meant to her.
“I mean it.” And he did. Only when he was sure he had his emotions – and most importantly his guilt – in check did Leandro reach out to carefully adjust the pair of glasses on her nose. “I didn’t know you wore glasses...too.” He added the last word belatedly, and the sense of guilt rose inside him again.
A guilty expression crossed her face. “I try not to wear it in public. It just makes me look dorkier. But earlier, I accidentally tore my contacts. So...I really don’t have any choice tonight.” Bobby deliberately didn’t explain that it was because she had been so nervous about tonight that she hadn’t noticed that she had ripped the flimsy film of her contact lens until it was too late.
“You don’t need to worry about anything. You look beautiful with or without it.”
“Well, I hope you don’t worry your glasses in public.”
He raised a brow. “Why not?”
She said grudgingly, “You looktoocute with it.”
And so Priscilla was right. Bobby Granger had a fetish for men with glasses. Leandro vowed to himself then and there to ban every single man in his employ under age forty to wear a pair of glasses.
“I promise I’ll only wear it for you,” he said with complete honesty. She was, after all, the only reason he wore them.
“Good.” She gazed at him searchingly. “Are you okay now? You looked really tense a while ago.” She hesitated then-—“If you’re worried I believed all the nonsense Valerie spouted, you don’t have to be. I misjudged you once. I won’t do it again.”
