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“There’s ten guys behind me waiting for you to step back so they can get another look at your tits, so don’t fucking move.” He grits out through clenched teeth. He pushes the sweater at me once more. “And put this on.”
I take hold of it, but make no move to put it on.“What makes you think I’m ever going to do anything you ask me to do?”
His eyes spark in his stupidly handsome face. “Because by now you know what happens if you don’t.”
A shudder runs through my body at the reminder of how he spanked me. For a split second, part of me considers not doing what he wants so he can punish me again.
“Aren’t you the one who said I sucked dick for my scholarship? What’s showing my tits to a few more people when apparently I got on my knees to get ahead?” I ask flippantly, taunting him with his words.
His hand shoots out and grips my jaw, yanking my face to his.
“Is that what you are?” He asks darkly. His voice is taut, strained tight around the edges of his temper. “Are you a slut?”
Still in his hold, I close the gap between our faces until there’s mere millimeters separating us. His eyes drop to my mouth a couple times before coming back up to meet mine.
I’m so close to him, my lips brush against his when I speak. “Wouldn’t you like to know.”
The bell rings.
I rip my face out of his hand and stalk off.
???
I hurl my things at the floor and drop into my seat with a huff. I’m in such a foul mood, even Greek mythology isn’t going to make a dent in my anger. I’m still clutching Rogue's stupid sweater in my hand.
It’s an RCA Running t-shirt. I didn’t know he ran track. On the back, the name ‘Royal’ is spelled over a giant ‘1’.
Of fucking course.
“Cocky asshole.” I mutter as I turn it inside out and put it on. I want my tits out in World History about as much as I want to be associated with his name.
“What’s that?”
I peek my head out through the hoodie of the sweatshirt and see Jeremy lounging casually on my desk.
“Sorry, ignore me.” I say, putting my arms through the sleeves and shaking my hair out of the hood. “Just talking to myself.”
“No worries. I wanted to check if we were still on for Thursday?”
I pause mid-way through rolling up one of the sweater’s sleeves. Rogue is a foot taller than me and I’m swimming in his shirt. “Thursday?”
“You know, tut–”
“Tutoring! That’s right. Sorry, it momentarily slipped my mind.”
“That’s alright. So, 8pm? I’ll pick you up?”
“You’re in my way, Rathford.” A deadly voice snaps from behind him.
Rogue towers over Jeremy’s shoulder as he glares down at us.
“No you’re not, Jeremy. Ignore him.” I say, placing a hand on his thigh.
The muscle in Rogue jaw twitches furiously. His glare looks down to burn the hand that touches Jeremy with a heated glare.
His eyes come back up to meet mine. Without looking away from me, he barks out an order. “Get lost, Rathford.”
Jeremy walks away, the fucking coward. There’s another life lesson from my mom right there; never trust a man in boat shoes on dry land.
