Total pages in book: 94
Estimated words: 88936 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 445(@200wpm)___ 356(@250wpm)___ 296(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88936 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 445(@200wpm)___ 356(@250wpm)___ 296(@300wpm)
No. She was headed for me.
Well, fuck.
I hadn’t been expecting that, and I wasn’t sure if this was an issue or not. Her hips swayed slightly as she made her way directly for my car. The jeans she’d had on were replaced for some short cutoff sweatpants that showed a whole lotta legs. Long, smooth, tanned …
I had to snap out of it. Time to lay on the charm.
I rolled down my window as she got close and waited.
She stopped and bent down, then looked me in the eye. “You,” she said as recognition lit her expression.
“Me,” I replied, leaning back and realizing I was enjoying this, even when I knew I shouldn’t.
I’d been sloppy, it seemed. When had I ever been sloppy? I tracked people regularly and had never been caught. But this girl had noticed me. If Storm found out, he’d laugh at me for months. No, make that years.
“What is it? What do you want? Who are you? And why the hell are you following me?” She tilted her head to the side as the silky strands fell over her right shoulder. “Are you a cop? Is that it? Because what you saw at Railhouse was just a onetime thing. They were asking for it.”
I was gonna laugh. She thought I was a cop. God, this was priceless.
“Maybe, but I’d say doing others assignments or giving answers to tests for money would be frowned upon by Howison,” I drawled, unable to help myself.
I still wasn’t sure how I was going to spin this to work in my favor. I figured I would throw her off first.
The flicker of panic in her eyes made me wish I hadn’t said that.
“You have no proof,” she said defensively. “And I have never given anyone answers to a test. I wouldn’t even know where to get that.”
There was no guilty quiver in her voice, only fear and determination.
“Actually, I would have proof easy enough it if I wanted it. But for your sake, probably best you handle your transactions off campus.”
She blinked, and her confused look made me grin. I couldn’t keep a straight face.
“I’m not a cop,” I told her. “I can’t believe you think I look like I could even be a cop.”
Her shoulders eased, and she ran her gaze over my car. “Well, I wasn’t sure. I don’t think a Porsche like this one would be on a cop’s salary, but then if you were undercover, it would fit in at Howison.” Her eyes snapped back to me. “Then, you’re just what, stalking me?”
I was in fact stalking her, but not for the reasons she believed. Letting her think I was a psycho with an attraction to her would probably work against me, but it was better than the truth.
“Not exactly,” I replied. “I was curious.”
She narrowed her eyes at me again. “About what?”
“You.”
She took a moment to study me.
“Listen,” she started. “I need to get back inside and make sure my Grams eats her dinner instead of hiding it or trying to wash her dish in the washing machine. I came out here because you have been tailing me since the library, and I wanted a reason why. So, either tell me what it is you want or leave me alone.”
“The washing machine?” I asked, still working my head around that comment.
She nodded. “Food and all. Do you have any idea how hard it is to get collard greens and niblet corn out of a washing machine?”
I shook my head. Was everything that came out of her mouth supposed to be so damn fascinating?
She laughed. “Of course you don’t. Do you even know how to work a washing machine? No! Never mind. I don’t care. I just don’t have time in my life for a stalker. Even one who looks like you and drives a car like this.”
I raised my eyebrows as her high cheekbones pinkened slightly.
“Who looks like me?” I asked, entirely too pleased by that comment.
She rolled her eyes and crossed her arms over her chest. “You know what you look like.”
I mean, yeah, but I wanted her to tell me what she thought I looked like. Maybe that was all I needed. I’d found females did stupid things when they were attracted to a man.
“Not necessarily,” I drawled.
Her pouty lips pursed as she looked down at me. “What do you want with me?”
I wanted to fuck her. At least, that was all I’d wanted when I saw her at the pool hall. But now, shit had gone south, and that wasn’t happening. Even though I still wanted to fuck her.
“Do you have plans tomorrow night?” I asked.
She opened her mouth, then closed it. Was that really that surprising to her? Guys flirted with her all fucking day. I’d watched it. Their eyes followed her when she walked by.