See No Evil

Damn.

I lick my lips as my eyes continue to crawl down his long, refined frame. The universe surely is a cruel bitch for putting such a flawless specimen walking around campus when it knows damn well that most of us don’t have the time or luxury to spend daydreaming about such perfection.

My eyes stop at Fi

Sweet baby Jesus! Fi

So pretty.

I school my resting bitch face as best I can, pretending to be unfazed and bored with his mere presence, before I clear my throat to bring Fi

“Move, quarterback. Some of us have classes to get to.”

His plump upper lip tugs at its side, before he waves his hand as if pulling out the red carpet for me. I try hard not to roll my eyes while I take the opportunity to bypass him, even though he’s only given me a narrow opening in between his steel-hard body and the cold, brick wall. As inconspicuously as possible, I take in a long breath, hoping the oxygen will be enough for the short walk through. No way am I going to take a whiff of Fi

When he accosted me at my truck a few weeks ago, the rich, warm, woodsy scent clung to me for hours, making it hard to concentrate on any of my lectures for the day. I ended up spending precious class time lost in my own head, picturing naked, sweaty bodies, entwined together by an open fire in the middle of some dark woods, consumed by the frenzy of their lovemaking. I swear, some of the fantasies were so hot that I almost skipped lunch just so I could go to my dorm room and use my favorite battery-operated toy to relieve the ache that Fi

I’m just about to take my second step through when the jerk places a hand on the wall, blocking my passage. I instantly turn to flee from the other side, but his forearm is now pressed against that side, too, rendering my exit strategy obsolete. I crane my neck back to look up at the big gorilla, not so silently killing him in my mind with the daggers flying from my eyes.

“You’re starting to piss me off, Fi

“Ah, so you do know my name,” he goads, his sweet, minty breath tickling my nose, and his autumn-night scent seeping into my skin, teasing me that he’ll be the lead role of tonight’s fantasies.

Damn it all to hell.

Instead of the back-and-forth banter I know he’s lusting for, I jam my knee up as hard as I can, hoping the impact to his nuts will have him crying like a baby. To my dismay, Fi

“You don’t have a boyfriend,” he rasps, his translucent eyes transfixed with mine.

“Is that a question?”

“No. I know you don’t.”

No surprise there. He’s stalked my ass long enough to know I don’t have time to eat, much less date.

“Lucky for you, since this is quite a compromising position you’ve put me,” I retort sarcastically, pointing out how he has me pi

Shit.

Guess I’ll have to stock up on batteries with that little scenario stuck in my head now.

He lets out a little smirk but doesn’t move an inch. I remain trapped between the two walls—both the cold one at my back and the hot one scorching my front. I know exactly which one I’d rather been leaning against, but I do my best not to cave into the temptation.

“You know this could be classified as harassment,” I warn, flicking my tongue ring at him, feigning indifference to the tight quarters he has us in.

No way in hell will I let on that his close proximity is making Mary Kate and Ashley stand to attention. Luckily, his eyes are no longer enchanted with the twins. Nope, those sapphire blues are studying my face, as if memorizing every inch of it.

“You can get me off you anytime you want. Just say the word.”

His light eyes dance when I place my hands on his chest, but I make no effort to push him away.

“Tell me something. Did I put my name down for some sort of stalker raffle?” I ask instead, grateful his chest is no longer chafing against my sensitive breasts.

“Something like that,” he grunts.

I watch, confused, as the playful glint in his eye takes a back seat to an emotion I can’t quite put my finger on. It’s almost as if the little joke I just made saddened him. No, sad is the wrong word for it. It looks more like concern. Worry, deep-rooted worry. Seriously, this guy is mindboggling—hot as sin yes, but still damned frustrating to read.

“God, you’re weird. You know that, right?”

“You’re not the first person to think so, Stone. My best friends tell me that shit all the time.”

He lets out a timid chuckle, and wouldn’t you know it—that little hint of boyish shyness has my core splashing away like fucking Niagara Falls.

“They do, huh? And what do your so-called friends think about you chasing a Southie around campus like a lost puppy?”

“I’m no lost puppy, little girl, but I have been known to bite.” He winks at me.

“That makes two of us,” I warn, snapping my teeth to give him the visual of how I could tear him, limb from limb, if given the chance.

“Fuck. I bet you do, don’t you?” he lets out gruffly, his sultry gaze dropping to my lips.

I wish I could tell my body to take a chill pill, but my feverish skin enjoys his hungry eyes on me. A little too much if you ask me. The fluttery sensation in my body intensifies when Fi

“I think we should hang out,” he rasps, dragging his teeth along the seam of his lower lip.

“Hang out or hook up?” I counter, ru

“Whatever interests you the most,” he taunts mischievously.

I turn my head just enough for our lips to be a hair’s breadth away from each other.

“Never. Going. To. Happen. Pretty boy,” I point out, so close to his mouth that he can almost taste my rejection on his luscious lips. “Go find yourself a blow-up doll you can have fun with. There are plenty of plastic ones walking around Richfield for your amusement.”

I push him off me and run in haste to my classroom, not looking back at the stu

Professor Harper slants her eyes at my tardy entrance but doesn’t call me out on it. Thank God. My eyes spot a few vacant seats at the far back of the classroom, and even though I probably won’t hear a word of today’s lecture from all the way up there, I don’t scan the room further for a more appealing seating. I don’t want to piss Professor Harper off further by disrupting her class any more than I have to.