Page 33 of Chaos & Corruption

“Shut up,” I mutter, and she laughs. “Besides I got some news on Webber. I’m not so sure he buys our whole charade. He made a comment about changing the locks on his bedroom door after he made a point to ask me why we’re never at your place.”

Her brows furrow.

“Why does it matter where we spend our time?”

I shrug my shoulders.

“I think it was just his way of feeling me out on Mila.”

Her eyes widen.

“He asked you about Mila?”

“I got the impression he was digging to see whether or not she approved of you and I being a thing. The conversation didn’t go further than that because he got a call and left the locker room.” I pause. “She still giving you the silent treatment?”

A frown ticks the corners of her mouth, but she doesn’t say anything and that’s all the confirmation I need. Sighing, I lift her chin and force her eyes back to mine.

“What do you say we take a break from playing detective tonight? I’m going to be away for the entire weekend and I’d really like our last night not to be about this shit.”

“What did you have in mind?”

“I don’t know,” I say, lowering my hand from her chin. Shoving my hands into my pockets, I glance around aimlessly. I didn’t really give it much thought, but I’m over the whole Sherlock Holmes game. Bringing my gaze back to her, I say, “How do you feel about sushi?”

“Alex Reggiano are you asking me on a real date?”

“What if I am?”

She grins at me.

“Will there be kissing? Because my pretend boyfriend is a really great kisser and it would be a shame if he went on the road for three days and I didn’t get some of that before he left.”

“There will definitely be kissing.”

“What else?” she teases, a flirty smile playing on her lips.

Beautiful, smart, and a little vixen.

Licking my lips, I pull my hands out of my pockets and close the distance between us. Taking her face between my palms, I bend my head and touch my forehead to hers. Those mismatched eyes peer up at me from under the fringe of her long lashes.

Fuck me, she’s gorgeous.

“Say yes and you’ll find out.”

Twelve

Victoria Bianci

Before I transferred to Stonewall,I was a typical college girl. I didn’t obsess over things I couldn’t control and even though it was hard to have a productive social life because of my family, I made it work. I went out with my cousins and I dated here and there. But until tonight I didn’t realize how much I missed dating even if those dates didn’t amount to more than a single night out.

I loved getting dressed up. A tiny black dress and a pair of sky-high heels were this girl’s best friend. Alex seemed to be a big fan too. His mouth nearly hit the floor when I opened the door. To be fair so did mine. The football player who parades around in sweats on the regular, wore a pair of charcoal gray slacks and a fitted black button-down that stretched his shoulders and molded to all his muscles. Alex was hot—ask any girl at Stonewall and they’ll agree—but dressed like that he was damn near delectable. Mila wasn’t home and for a second I contemplated taking him to my bedroom. I wanted to peel those clothes from his body and discover what was beneath them. But that’s nothing new.

I’ve been struggling every time we kiss.

Every time I feel the thickness of his erection press against my legs.

“You’re blushing again,” he says from across the table. I stare at him, watching as his thick fingers masterfully work the chopsticks, plucking a piece of sashimi from the massive spread he ordered for us to share. Instead of bringing it to his lips, he brings it to mine. “Open for me, Victoria.”

There is something so sensual about the way he says it. My thighs clench tightly as I lean forward and part my lips, taking the piece of fish into my mouth.

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