Page 69 of Tempting the President
Oh.
My fists clenched at what I wanted to do, but I forced myself to relax. Forced myself to speak because I wanted him to know how much this meant to me. “I...want the...smiles...that...come...from here.” Carefully, I placed my hand over his heart.
After a beat, he said, “It’s decided. I’ll have the entire club with me at your exhibit.” Kellion bent down, stealing a kiss from my lips. “They have to know I’ve got the sweetest girl—-”
My hand on his heart turned into a claw.Kellion!
He laughed as he tried to avoid my scratches.
I shook a fist at him.You will NOT bring them.
Kellion cupped a hand over his ear even as he continued walking backwards, dodging and evading my punches. “What?” he said laughingly. “I caaaan’t heaaaar yooooouuuu.”
Grrrrrrrr.
I ran after him, not like how couples ran in romantic comedies, where one or the other was really itching to get caught. I ran after him, more like how good cops ran after bad guys.
I just wanted to kill him so bad.
But of course he was too fast for me.
When we reached the street where my dorm building was, Kellion suddenly halted and spun around to face me. He knew what it would do to me, of course, and he was smiling with his arms wide open as I crashed into his chest.
Before I could snarl and kill him, he was already cupping my face, his mouth devouring mine.
Aaaaah.
That was me, sighing an embarrassing, toe-curling sigh as his kiss once again made me feel like it was just the two of us in the world.
When he pulled away, I was swaying on my feet.
Kellion cursed.
My head jerked up.What?
“I want you,” he bit out. “And when I see you like that, almost drunk with wanting me—-”
I gasped, automatically slapping his mouth with my hand.How could he say something like that,I wanted to wail. Yes, it was true. I did feel drunk, intoxicated by his beauty, his passion, everything that made Kellion who and what he was. But he didn’t have to say it!
Kellion was dragging me now, and I tried my best to keep up with him. I tugged on his sleeve, wanting to know where we were going since this wasnotthe way to my dorm.
But Kellion only just kept walking, his stride brisk and powerful, his body stiff with purpose. He was a man on a mission, and his mission was—-
“Thank fuck.”
My eyes widened when Kellion suddenly stopped in front of an ATM center, its door and windows made of frosted glass, preventing anyone from seeing the people inside.
His mission was to withdraw money? He didn’t have cash with him? Couldn’t he have just asked me instead?
Kellion pushed the door open, his body noticeably relaxing. “Good.” Pulling back, I was even more confused when he flipped the sign toClosed.Then he was pulling me inside.
Click.
Did he just lock us inside?
Chapter Eleven
Dear Ashton,
