Page 20 of Without Bound
“Really? Oh awesome. Thank you. I’ll do that right away. I, uh, I was wondering if I can catch a ride with you to the game tomorrow night?”
My immediate reaction is to tell her I can give her more than a ride to just the game, but I clench my jaw and swallow back my words.
“Of course. I can text you when I’m on my way over.”
“Keyara and I were going to go, um, shopping after our last class. Do you mind if I just go to your place when I’m done?” Her fingers reach up and twist a lock of hair, and it takes everything in me not to reach out and do the same.
“Uh, sure. That’s fine. Just send me a text when you’re on your way.”
“Great. Thanks, Bish-I mean Coach Michaels. See you tomorrow,” she says, and pops up on her toes and throws her arms around my neck.
My body stiffens, tongs in one hand and salad plate in the other, and I quickly look around to see if there are any staff members watching. Luckily, only the group of girls watches us with undivided rapt attention.
I close my eyes for only a moment to allow the smell of herperfume to soak in. Green apples, fresh linen, and a field of wildflowers. That’s what she smells like. And I’ve never smelled anything sweeter or more forbidden.
She releases me and I breathe a sigh of relief. A few more seconds and I was going to throw this damn plate against the wall and wrap my arms around her body and never let go.
She walks away with a smile and a wiggle of her fingers and I try not to watch her go but my eyes follow her on their own accord.
“Please tell me that is not West’s niece,” a voice says.
I look over and see my conditioning coach standing there, his eyes glued to Anais’ ass. Just like the rest of the male population in the cafeteria.
“It is. Why?”
He shakes his head with a slow exaggeration and says, “Shit. West is going to have a problem keeping that one out of the hands of these slimy college boys. He should lock her up and make her take online courses.”
His eyes don’t move as he continues to watch her as she moves about the room. I smack his chest, snapping him out of his inappropriate gawking.
“Cut it out. You’re acting just like those slimy guys you’re talking about.”
He straightens his shoulders. “Sorry man. Just…anyway. Ready?”
“Yeah. Let’s eat.” I follow him to the table but my eyes belong to those of a horny college boy because they can’t help but seek her out.
I find her staring right back at me, a shy smile on her face, and I hurriedly look away and tell myself that maybe keeping her locked up would be a good idea.
For her sake and mine. Not to mention my sanity.
8
Anais
“We’re going shopping, huh?” Keyara asks once we’re out of earshot of Bishop.
“Sure are. I think I need a new pair of panties and a bra. Something lacy…and purple. What do you think?” I play with the ends of my hair and look around the cafeteria for a table to sit at.
“You aren’t going to give up, are you?”
“Nope. Not until he’s mine.” I look over to where he stood and see him start to walk away. “Look up, Bishop. Look up,” I whisper to myself.
And just when I think hope is lost, his eyes meet mine, causing my stomach to erupt with flutters. The look on his face tells me all I need to know.
“Girl, you’re crazy.” Keyara laughs and I have to agree.
I am crazy for Bishop Michaels. And the only cure is to have him as mine.
“Thank you for going with me. I know it wasn’t what you planned, but I really appreciate it,” I tell Keyara as we walk through Rice Village, sipping on boba teas.
