Page 35 of Habits

“What the hell do you think you’re doing, Rookie?”

The fine hairs at the nape of my neck rise at attention. My fingers flex around the plastic cup, but I will them to relax because the last thing I want is to spill the drink all over myself.

Slowly, I bring the cup to my lips, taking a long, calming pull before I put it back down on the bar, finally ready to turn around. What I don’t expect to find is Andrew so close to me.

My chest brushes against his, my nipples instantly hardening at the feel of his strong chest touching mine. Traitorous little things.

Frustrated with myself, I puff out a breath of air and tilt my head back so I can look him in the eyes.

I’m tall for a girl, but Andrew still has a few inches on me, and with him standing so close in my personal space, I have to do anything possible to put him in his place.

“Need something, playboy?” I arch one of my brows in question, sarcasm dripping in my voice. “A bottle you can drown your arrogant, rich ass in?” Something behind his back draws my attention. A disheveled brunette, tall, lean and in a skimpy dress looks at us with interest. Her eyes find mine, and I can see anger rising in them. Typical Andrew ho. A smirk curls my lips as I return my gaze to his furious green eyes. “Or maybe you’re just looking for a condom so your dick doesn’t fall off once you dip it in one of your pretty, foolish girls?”

Andrew takes a step closer, his toes touching mine. His eyes narrow as he looks at me, his jaw clenching so tight I’m afraid it’ll snap in half any second now.

“Jeannette.” The low growl that comes from his mouth is a warning, loud and clear, and the vein on his forehead is throbbing. I never thought I’d see that happen to kids our age, but I guess I was wrong.

“Andrew.” I fold my arms over my chest, not taking a step back.

Who does he think he is? The biggest manwhore in the whole town thinks he can give me a lesson in decency just because he saw me flirting with a guy?

He leans closer, completely caging me in against the bar. So close I can smell him, the clean, manly smell of pines and woods, mixed with alcohol and sweet smoke.

“You’re playing a dangerous game, Princess,” Andrew whispers in my ear, making goosebumps rise on my skin.

I lean closer, not letting him intimidate me. “I never invited you to tag along.”

We stare at each other. Green eyes facing gray ones in a stare-off worthy of a high-stakes poker game.

After God only knows how long, his jaw relaxes and a small smirk forms on his lips. “Do you really think I’d sit around and wait to be invited?”

Small, devilish smirk.

“Fat chance in hell.”

With that, his hand grabs the nape of my neck and his lips crush to mine.

Andrew

At the first touch of my lips on hers, I can hear her gasp. And what a sweet, sweet sound it is.

Delicate.

Feminine.

Her lips part, opening her mouth for me to devour it.

Devour her.

My hands cradle her cheeks, holding her hostage as my tongue slides into her mouth, relishing in her sweetness. I can taste whatever drink Rookie whipped up for her on her tongue as it slides against mine in our never-ending battle for control. Mixed with a sexy, exotic fragrance of perfume and something that’s just her, it makes my head go dizzy with desire.

Need.

She overflows my senses completely, the only thing I can feel, see and hear, just her.

Only her.

Although I caught her off guard, she doesn’t stay that way for long. Her fingers dig into my shoulders, her body pressing tight against mine.

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