Page 83 of Vicious Games

How do people not see the bombshell walking among them? Are they blind?

Then again, I suffered from that same blindness for years. From elementary school all the way to high school, I never reallysawFrankie. It took her punching me square in the face our senior year for me to finally open my eyes.

I see her just fine now.

I see her everywhere.

Every room she steps into, she owns, even if she doesn’t realize it.

When her head lifts just slightly, and her gaze catches mine, the faint smile tugging at her lips pulls at something deep inside me. I pretend not to feel my heart tighten or its strings being pulled and flash her a mischievous smirk, tilting my head to signal her to follow me. Her brows knit in curiosity, but she follows without hesitation.

I slip into an empty classroom, set the box down on the teacher’s desk, and move back to the door. When she reaches me, I catch her wrist, tug her inside, and close the door behind her.

“Is everything alright?” she asks, concern lacing her tone.

“It will be in a minute,” I groan, too agitated for her not to notice.

“Lucky—”

“Give me your calculus textbook,” I interrupt.

“What?”

“Just give it to me, Frankie.”

Still confused, she pulls the textbook from her bag and hands it over. I flip to a problem I know she can solve in her head and ask for the answer. She lifts her gaze up to the ceiling in thought before responding with the correct answer.

“Good.” I grin, setting the book aside and grabbing the box. “Now, open this.”

She chuckles, still obviously puzzled but amused none the same. “You’re acting weird today. More than usual,” she says while opening the box, her eyes immediately lighting up when she sees what’s waiting for her inside. “Oh, my God! A double fudge cupcake?! How did you know it was my favorite?!”

How did I know? Easy. Frankie has a sweet tooth for all things chocolate, so anything double fudge was a safe bet.

“Take a bite.”

“Now?” She laughs, tossing me a look like I’m asking her to commit a felony on school grounds.

Instead of answering, I pick up the cupcake and hold it to her lips. She takes a small bite, and the moment the rich chocolate hits her tongue, her eyelids flutter shut as a soft moan escapes her.

That’s it. That’s all I can handle.

That moan—sexy as hell.

That look on her face—orgasmic.

My self-control—gone.

I set the cupcake back in the box, perch it on the desk, and charge at her.

“I’ve tutored you. I’ve fed you. Now, I get my prize.”

I crowd her against the wall, capturing her lips with mine. A sigh of relief escapes me when she parts them for me, letting me in, welcoming me.

Her fingers weave into my hair as I drink her in. She tastes of decadent chocolate—rich, sinful—but beneath that, there’s her. Something sweeter than any dessert money could buy. Something far more addictive, too. Her little moans are all for me now, and I swear, I could get drunk off this.

When the school bell rings, it shatters the moment, and I don’t think I’ve ever hated a sound more.

“That was… unexpected,” she pants, her lips swollen, eyelids heavy.

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