Page 67 of Summer Shot
“Sorry, mystery girl, I’m not that easy.” Putting some distance between us, I decide to try to have an actual conversation. “What’s your name?”
“I never said you were,” She pouts. “I’ve never seen you before, and you said you’re not on the team.”
“That’s accurate,” I respond, deciding not to tell her I’m just visiting campus. If she knew I was just a senior in high school, I doubt she would pay me an ounce of attention. Playing it cool and trying to strike up a conversation again, I tell her my name.
She slowly saunters closer, closing the gap between us, causing heat to rush to my groin. I should back away but no one has turned me on like this in, God, I don’t even know how long.
“Don’t you want to go to the party?” The words fall out of my mouth almost in a slur, distracted by how close this green-eyed flirt is to me.
“Not really.” She shrugs. She brings her lips so close to mine, they almost touch. The warmth of her breath grazes my face. “I would much rather have a party for two.”
Her eyes sparkle with mischievous delight as she leans into me, daring me to make the next move, but I stand my ground. This girl likes to play games. I can play along.
“So, B.” She emphasizes the nickname she just bestowed upon me. “Do I have to steal your hat again for attention. Or are you going to take me home?”
Each word out of her mouth is like a siren’s song, seductive and dangerous.
“Tell me your name.” My voice is a low growl demanding instead of asking her name. This girl plays games; I can play too.
“If I tell you my name, are you going to be my prize?” she croons, wildness flickers in her eyes.
My lack of response doesn’t sit well with her, she pushes her body against me. Her glimmering green eyes look up to meet mine. They are the color of greed, desire, lust.
As I nod agreeing to her terms, she whispers, “It’s Renee.” Each word softly vibrates my lips with how close her mouth still is to mine.
“I live two blocks away,” I quickly lie. I might not live there but the dorm room I’m staying in while I visit is two blocks away. She seals her mouth against mine, greedily opening my mouth with her tongue. My hat lifts from my head just as she breaks our embrace. She puts it on. Again.
Her body presses firmly on mine, my erection growing as she pushes her hips against me. She leans over and whispers seductively in my ear, “If I give you the hat back, will you wear it while you fuck me?”
Stunned into silence by her promiscuous ask, I don’t respond.
A mischievous grin spreads across Renee’s face as she gives me back my cap and yanks me to the front door to leave.
Frantically taking off my sock, I put it on the door handle and locking the dorm room door.
Renee giggles. “I didn’t know people actually did that. I thought it was just in movies.”
Hell, if I know. I’m not even in college yet. My shoulders shrug in response to her.
Renee takes a slight step back from me. “You don’t think anyone will come in, right?” Her eyes are wide with what looks like fear. “We can’t get caught,” she mutters under her breath.
“Would be the first time someone ignored that signal.” Confidence fills me as I nod toward the door acting like I belong on this campus and have girls in my fake dorm room frequently.
Dragging a chair from the desk in the corner, I place it in front of the door to reassure her. Then, double check it’s locked—despite knowing I locked it seconds ago.
“Oh.” A devious smirk slides across her face. “You use that signal often?”
Shrugging in response again, I discard my shirt in the corner of the room, making sure to put my hat right back on.
“Well, B.” Her hands move seductively across my chest, sending shivers of desire to every nerve ending in my body. Her lips find mine, kissing me as if she needs me to breathe. Her hands push against my chest, guiding me toward the back of the room. With a gentle shove, she pushes me onto the bed while taking her dress off in one swift, seductive motion, “Those girls aren’t me.”
Just like when I first met her, Renee sucked me back into her web like a venomous spider capturing her prey tonight. But it’ll never happen again. I used her, just like she used me. Nothing more, nothing less.
Now, I need to focus on hockey and being the best fake boyfriend Libby could ever want. Every fiber of my being needs her to say yes to being my fake girlfriend at the Beer Olympics.
I can’t be lured by Renee’s siren song again.
Chapter thirty-three
