Page 10 of The Illicit Play

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No wonder. He has a girlfriend, you little homewrecker. Stop staring at him and behave yourself!

“You good?” He swallows, not even looking at me when he says it.

Ugh. I must be making him so uncomfortable.

Putting on a bright voice, I force a smile. “Yes. Thanks for your help.”

He nods, his head bobbing erratically.

“I like your room.” I try to keep this going, because part of me is evil, another portion deranged, and Iobviously like watching this unavailable man squirm. It’s too much fun to resist.

“Yep.” He looks around. “Thanks.”

With a bemused grin, I go to take a step inside, but he quickly shakes his head.

“Nope.” He holds up his hands.

“What?” I stop in the doorway.

“You can’t be coming into my room.”

“Why not?”

“I can’t have you in my room.” His voice is strained as he chokes out the words.

“Because…” I inch a little farther into his space.

“Uh-uh.” He’s shaking his head, obviously battling something as he walks toward me.

I stop, crossing my arms and narrowing my eyes at him. “What is your problem? It’s not like I’m about to jump your bones. I just wanted to… look around.”

Shaking his head again, he avoids eye contact and gives me the lamest excuse ever. “I need to get started on homework.”

“Oh really?” I scoff. “I call bullshit.”

He glances up at me then, his dark gaze burning holes right through my forehead. “Call it whatever the fuck you want. But you need to get out of my room. Right now.”

“This is ridiculous.”

“It’s what it’s got to be,” he mutters under his breath, striding toward me and clamping his hands around my arms.

With one swift move, he lifts me off my feet and places me in the hallway, then gives me a polite smile before closing the door in my face.

“Are you kidding me?” I yell at the wood.

“Uh… everything okay?” A deep voice catches my attention.

I spin, looking up at Tyrell, who towers above me the same way my brother does.

Giving him a tight smile, I nod, desperately trying to play it cool as I stalk away from Grady’s closed door.

Tyrell gives me a quizzical frown, but I ignore it, brushing past him and murmuring, “Just going to get some studying done.”

He doesn’t need to know that.

And the truth is, I should be down in the kitchen helping Satch with dinner, but the thought of playing pretend right this second is too much.

I just need to hide away for a minute and pull myself together. Because I can’t walk back into Wily’s space with everything so close to the surface.