Page 2 of The Hunt
“Informative?”
After closing the book slightly, she nodded and whispered, “Very.”
A flicker of nervousness danced in her eyes, but she was trying to play it cool. This cute little nerd hadn’t even stopped the audio yet to talk to me. What a dirty, dirty girl… And it only made me want to push her further. How much will it take to break her?
“Informative, huh?” I asked, stalking closer to her until I reached the sofa beside her. I crossed my arms and leaned against it. “You’re really into…” I peered down at the environmental book again. “... nature?”
“Yes,” she whispered, cheeks reddening even more. “I am.”
All these short responses… How cute. Trying to brush me off, to make herself less interesting, to get me to leave. But out of all the girls here, I didn’t think anyone could top this. This nerd was my most interesting find yet.
“Yeah, nature.” I nodded along. “And that other book, too.”
That sweetness about her begged to be ruined.
She furrowed her brows. “What other book?”
My lips curled into a smirk. “The audiobook playing on your phone.”
CHAPTER 2
APOLLO
“The… The what?” she asked, all the color rushing to her face. She yanked off her headphones and hurried to grab her phone from the table, fingers hastily tapping on the screen to stop the book. “Oh, my God.”
“Didn’t peg you for the porn-loving type,” I hummed.
Somehow, her face grew redder, and she sunk into the seat. “It’s not porn. It’s romance.”
“Romance, huh? Didn’t sound like that from all the moaning.”
She swallowed, her voice barely a whisper. “It’s… research.”
I sat beside her and leaned closer, unable to bite back the smirk on my lips. The scent of herbs, almost like bay leaves that Mom used to add to my soup when I was a kid, drifted through my nose, so soft and subtle.
Never did I ever think that I’d find a nerd’s sex life so interesting, but here I was.
“Research, huh?”
“It is research,” she said, turning her face away. “Besides, I doubt you’d understand.”
My eyes widened. Most girls would be falling over themselves to keep my attention. But her? She was trying to push me away, and Gods, I fucking loved it. The good-girl types always squirmed the most when I got under their skin.
“Oh, baby,” I murmured, one hand on her knee. “I could teach you.”
As if she gathered back the courage, she cleared her throat and placed her environmental book between us. “Don’t think you know too much about deforestation, do you? Anything about trees? No? Didn’t think so.”
“You know, you’re not too good at changing the subject, Little Miss Porn Addict.”
“It wasn’t porn!” she whisper-yelled, her cheeks reddening again. “Stop saying that!”
“Maybe you can enlighten me sometime about what all that dirty talking was,” I offered.
She shuffled in her seat, her fingers playing with the ends of her sleeve, and opened and closed her mouth a handful of times. She was so fucking cute, all flustered and embarrassed, made my dick rock fucking hard.
After a couple more moments, she tucked some hair behind her ear. “Thanks, but I’m not interested.”
A rare thrill rushed through me, and I bit back a chuckle. “No?”
