Total pages in book: 145
Estimated words: 138775 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 694(@200wpm)___ 555(@250wpm)___ 463(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 138775 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 694(@200wpm)___ 555(@250wpm)___ 463(@300wpm)
“Are you a psychology major now?”
“No.”
Kyle looked away. “People will see what they want to see. They always do.”
I reached across the table and put my hand on his. “I see a truly talented athlete. A man who looks really hot in a black suit. And a student who worked hard and got a B on his last paper.”
He gave a small laugh. “I know I’m supposed to like those first two things better, but that last one doesn’t sound half bad.”
“You should feel proud.”
“I kind of do? It’s an unfamiliar feeling, though, so I’m not sure.” His grin turned evil. “Are you going to reward me if I get a B on the next paper, too?”
“Yeah, your reward is the same as mine—we pass the class.”
Kyle’s eyes narrowed. “The fucking department never should’ve made that rule.”
“I agree, but we’re doing okay. Your paper for tomorrow is even better than the first one.”
“It is?” he sounded genuinely surprised.
But before I could answer, yet another guy appeared beside our table. This one had a shaved bald head though he didn’t look any older than us.
“Kyle, you son of a bitch. How the hell did you get such a beautiful woman to come here with you?”
Kyle huffed out a breath of air at the interruption and then introduced us. He didn’t say anything about what position the bald guy—Evan—played, so I figured they were fraternity brothers.
Evan put his hand on the back of my chair, and Kyle stiffened, his knuckles turning white. “You can do better, hot stuff.” The way he was standing over me made me think he was looking down the front of my dress, and I inched to the side.
Then Evan returned his attention to Kyle. “So, what happened to—”
“Jasmine?” I cut in sweetly. “She’s not here. I am. And we were in the middle of a conversation.”
Evan took a step back, his hands up in a gesture of surrender. “Okay, message received. Keep an eye on this one, man, she’s a spitfire.”
“Sorry about that,” Kyle told me after Evan left. He took a deep breath as if to calm himself down. “Believe it or not, that was him on his best behavior.”
I was glad he was gone. “I wouldn’t want to see his worst.” Kyle nodded in agreement as I took a sip of water. “So what’s the hierarchy here? Is being a spitfire better than being a firecracker?”
The smile that settled on my date’s face made my thighs clench. “It is in my book.”
The return trip after dinner was much like the first, but this time Kyle put the blindfold on me before we got in the elevator.
I pouted even though having him stand so close made my skin sizzle. “Afraid I’ll see what the elevator looks like?”
“No.”
The doors slid open with a familiar noise and then Kyle took my hand and led me in there.
“I put it on now so it would be more fun to do this.”
“Do what?”
He didn’t bother to answer my question. Instead, he cupped my face and tilted my head up. My eyes closed under the blindfold even before I felt his soft inhalation on my face. When his lips met mine, I gave a little moan and took a step back even as my hands went up to his shoulders.
The wall of the elevator was directly behind me, and as Kyle worked magic with his mouth, he slid his hands up my arms. Then he grasped my wrists and pinned them to the elevator wall on either side of my head.
He was overwhelming my senses. I couldn’t see, but all I could feel, taste, hear, and smell was him. His body pressed against mine. His mouth smashed against mine. His strong hands interlaced with mine, holding them in place.
I moaned as he deepened the kiss. His hips pushed against me, and he was hard. Not just the hard, flat muscles of his abs, but hard all over. I groaned as he pushed against me, emphasizing the bulge in his pants
The elevator stopped and cool air hit me as the doors opened with a ding. But then Kyle let go of one of my hands, reached over, and the doors slid shut again. With my hand free, I wasted no time in cupping the back of his head, running my fingers through his short hair.
His hand settled on my hip, but then slid higher, his fingers stroking the side of my breast through the thin fabric of the dress.
Then the doors opened again, and he groaned. “Next time we need a slower elevator,” he grumbled as he put his arm around my shoulder and led me out into the night air.
It was the same as before, I walked nestled against him and let him guide me around several turns. I had no idea where we were, but when he stopped, I felt a tiny pang of disappointment.