Page 149 of His White Moonlight
This time,I sat without comment, letting him push my chair in as I pocketed the cash.He took the seat across from me.
“Do you have any other plans before we need to leave?”Bennett asked.
“Not really.Just working on the latest assignment for the summer class I’m taking.”
“Miranda mentioned that she offered to help you get ready.If you’d like her help, she’s welcome here.”
I opened my mouth, ready to say that Storm would be willing to come over too, but stopped myself in time.Today, I needed to switch up my game so he wouldn’t avoid me.At least, not yet.As he’d pointed out this morning, I’d never exposed him to the coaxing side of me.If I played my hand right now, he’d be more willing to cut the night short later, and I’d be in bed before my feet hurt.
“I can manage putting on a dress and makeup on my own,” I said.“It won’t take me long to get ready.Once I’m done with my assignment, I’ll still have a few hours if you want to do something.”
He paused with his fork partway to his mouth, and when he looked at me, his pupils were spasming like crazy.
“Or not,” I said quickly.“Not a big deal.”
“I want to do something.”
“Okay.”I kept eating my food as if indifferent to the idea while he stared at me.
Several minutes passed before he resumed eating.
I waited until I finished to say, “There’s a movie I’ve been wanting to watch if you’re interested later.”I picked up my plate.“I’ll let you know at lunch how much more time I’ll need.”
He left me alone in my room until noon.I’d drafted, edited, and completed a plagiarism check on my paper before he knocked on the door.
“Come in.”
He opened the door.
I was on my stomach on my bed with the laptop in front of me.Fully clothed.Nothing hanging out.But he was staring at me like I was naked as I idly swung my feet in the air behind me.
You own me, Wrenly.
I decided to lean into that ownership a little.Although I’d never flirted with a guy, I knew what to do and what not to do…for the most part.Openly flirting with Bennett was out.It would tip him off that I was up to something and really wasn’t necessary.With him, all I needed to do was be non-confrontational and…feminine.
Ridiculous.But easy enough to manage.
Softening my expression with a hint of concern, I sat up.
“You all right?Is lunch done?”
He swallowed hard as I stood and walked toward him.His pupils were blown so wide that I couldn’t see any brown left, and I hadn’t even really done anything yet.
Putting a little pout on, I said, “I hope you made me something good.I’m starving.”
He started to shake.Not just his hands this time but his whole body.
I froze.Sudden movements around stressed-out shifters were a bad idea.Always.
He closed his eyes and breathed deeply.
“Your scent.It’s…” Another round of tremors coursed through him.“There’s no fear.”
“There’s about to be.”
His eyes snapped open.“Come here, Wrenly.”
“I don’t think that’s a good idea.”
