“I don’t have any notes,” he states, and I roll my eyes. Sure, he doesn’t.
“I might have some notecards from his class in my binder. We can go look in my room if you want.” She emphasizes dramatically as she stacks her notebooks on her lap. “Plus, it’ll be less distracting.”
She finally turns and glares at me until she sees my cheek, and then her face drops.
“What happened to you?” Her voice is sincere, worried even, but I don’t take the bait. She leans over to get a better look and cringes. “Jesus.” Her hand reaches out to touch it, but she catches herself and drops it back in her lap.
Her little boy toy looks annoyed, and I use it to my advantage. I look back and forth between them and can see what he’s obviously doing here. He’s not here for his tutor session. He’s probably been eye-fucking her and undressing her in his head since before I arrived. I can’t blame him.
I tilt my lips up and stare into her blue eyes, filled with genuine sincerity and shrug casually. “Sex injury. No big deal.”
Her lips part as a soft gasp releases, her eyes narrowing as if she’s ready to pounce me and claw at my throat like a vicious animal. Just the reaction I was hoping for.
“Uh, I’m going to get going, Viola. I’ll see you next week.” Her little fun toy grabs his things, and this time, she doesn’t stop him.
She crosses her arms and keeps her eyes locked on mine long after the front door clicks. We’re alone again, which has already proven not to be a good thing.
“You aren’t blinking,” I say, furrowing my brows.
She finally moves, collecting her books and storming off.
“Okay, then!” I yell as she stomps down the hallway. “Good talk.”
I shake my head and decide to shut the TV off and jump in the shower instead. I need a release after dealing with her.
I hear the bathroom door shut, and the shower starts a moment later. This is my chance to get the asshole back.
I wait a few minutes and plan my revenge. After grabbing a few large garbage bags, I head to his room and clean out the couple of drawers he has filled. Then I head to his closet and stuff all his expensive suits and shirts in another bag. I grab everything from his boxer shorts to his bed sheets.
If that motherfucker wants to take my towel and clothes to humiliate me, he’s going to have to walk out of the damn house to get his back.
A devilish smile breaks across my face, and soon, the adrenaline takes over my body. I head to the linen closet and grab all the towels and put them in another bag. I know I’m running out of time, so I quickly collect all the bags and drag them to the door. Before I walk out, I run back in, lock Drew’s bedroom door, and tiptoe into the bathroom. I collect his towel and clothes off the floor, leaving him with absolutely nothing. Then just for fun, I flush the toilet and dash out of the door as fast as I can, hearing him scream at me in the distance.
Take that, asshole.
Rushing to the door, I grab the three bags and run out of the house. I open the trunk to my car and stuff them all inside.
If he wants them, he’s going to have to come get them—naked.
“Viola!” I hear him yell from the bathroom shortly after I walk back inside the house. “Goddammit, Viola.”
I bite my lip to keep the satisfied smile from forming. “What?” I yell from the other side of the bathroom door.
“You know what,” he hisses.
“I don’t know.”
“You don’t think I’ll walk out there naked?” He pulls open the door and peeks out. “Because I will.”
“Do what you gotta do.” I shrug as if it’s no big deal to see Travis’s naked behind. “But that’ll be another violation of the house rules,” I say matter-of-factly, knowing damn well they don’t mean a thing to him anyway.
He rolls his eyes and opens the door all the way, exposing his wet muscled-and-tattooed self. Fuck. I didn’t think this all the way through. “Real mature, V.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” I keep my eyes down, resisting the urge to look at him again.
He mutters a few curse words before walking around me and going down the hall to his bedroom.
Oh, Travis. The fun has just only begun.
No one said this was about maturity. This was about winning. Travis King needs his ego taken down a few notches.
Leaning against the wall, I wait for the moment he realizes what I’ve done. If he doesn’t notice his sheets missing right away, he’ll notice once he goes to put his shorts on.
I wait and wait and wonder what the hell he’s doing in there. Finally, I hear the door opening and footsteps coming my way. I slowly look up, preparing for the death stare, but instead, he looks completely indifferent. I blink, thinking I must be imagining things, but then I look down and gasp.
Oh my God.
I swallow, unable to take my eyes off him, his sleeve of tattoos that merge into his chest, or the water still dripping down his body all the way down to his cock that’s saluting to the ceiling. Why the hell is he hard?
My mind races as I try to blink away, but I can’t. My feet are cemented in place, and all the air is sucked out of me.
“I’m starting to think you have a thing for me.” He smirks, obviously proud of himself. “If you wanted to get me naked, all you had to do was ask.” He flashes me a wink, the corner of his lips tilted up in amusement, and continues walking past me into the living room.
It takes me a few moments to collect myself. How the hell did that not work? Why is this man so complicated? Fuck. I need to step up my game. But nothing fazes that jackass. He has a perfect body and knows it, so of course he doesn’t mind flaunting it. But sooner or later, he’s going to need his sheets and clothes.
I walk to the kitchen, making sure to avoid him. I dig around in the fridge, letting the cool air hit my heated cheeks. My entire body is on fire, and only an ice bath would cool it down at this point.
Images of his hard cock haunt my mind even when I try to push them out. I assumed Travis was big, but seeing it in all its glory, thick and stretched, has my body tingling in areas I wish I could control.
After several minutes of trying to cool my body down, I decide to make some toast, so I grab the container of butter and a bottle of orange juice. Maybe I just need some sugar to get my brain working again.
With the items in my hands, I use my elbow to shut the door. Before I realize what’s happening, Travis traps me between his hard chest and the fridge door.
“What the hell?” I gasp, dropping both items to my feet. I feel his cock press into the low dip of my back, his firm arms caging me in.
“What’s the matter?”
I swallow.
“I think you need a lesson on boundaries,” I manage to say, my palms pressed against the fridge door.
He dips his head, brushing his stubble along my neck. I shiver, pissed that he’s getting a reaction out of me. His mouth is dangerously close to my ear as he whispers, “If it’s anything like your tutoring lessons, I won’t get my hopes up.” I feel a hand slide up my arm and brush along my collarbone before wrapping his palm around my neck and tilting my head up. It’s oddly soothing, and for a second, I forget Travis is the one holding me captive.