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“See what?”
He sca
He must die.
Je
He closed the notebook. “Not very black and white, now is it?”
Je
Steve’s brow creased. He flipped the notebook open. “It says, she is mine.”
Je
He must die.
“I’m seeing He must die and it looks like the page is bleeding.”
Je
“So do I.”
Steve sighed, his eyes flipping between her and the notebook as though he were debating whether to go to class or take the time to analyze the problem.
“I missed my first class. I can’t miss the next one,” Je
Steve nodded. They walked without talking and when they both turned into the same lecture hall, Je
“Public relations?”
“I guess my boss thought I needed it.” He shrugged and took the seat next to her in the back row.
Je
“Fuck you,” he whispered. He looked at his notebook. “Do you have a piece of paper?” He didn’t want to open the notebook again.
Je
The class surprised Steve. It was actually interesting. He glanced at Je
“Communications classes aren’t all fun and games.”
“Yes they are,” he said. He walked outside. “You should try criminal law sometime.”
Je
“We have company. It’s time to act, babe.”
“You have got to be the cockiest son of a bitch I ever met,” Je
Steve stopped and turned toward her. “Look who’s talking.” He took a threatening step toward her. “Princess.” He spat the words at her. “You’re just a pampered bitch.”
Je
Steve dropped his notebook and yanked her to him, wrapping his arm around her waist and looking into her green eyes. “You should try a real man some time.” He planted a kiss on her, crushing her lips under his.
Tracy and Bill stopped short, their mouths hanging open. Je
Je
Steve pulled away and the edges of his lips curled in a slight smile as their eyes met. He stepped away and picked up the notebook.
Je
Bill reached to grab Steve. “Son of a bitch.”
Steve reacted, knocking his arm away. “Don’t even think about it,” he warned Bill and glanced back at Je
“Fuck you,” Je
Steve raised his eyebrow and in two strides was standing over her again. “When?”
Je
Bill stopped short and exchanged a look with Tracy.
“You couldn’t handle it,” she shot up at Steve.
“Want to bet?” he asked, his voice low and sultry, making her break out in shivers of anticipation.
“You aren’t man enough.”
“Oh, yes I am.” He took her in his arms and kissed her again. This time it was slow and seductive, his hands sliding around her waist, pulling her close. “I can handle you any time I want,” he said, pulling his lips away from hers. “Right, babe?” He smiled down at her.
“Like you did yesterday?” She smiled up at him and they turned to look at Bill and Tracy. They looked identical, arms hanging by their sides, mouths agape and eyes wide. “Or last night.” She gri
“You bitch,” Tracy gasped, staring at Je
Je
“So this was all a game?” Bill asked, gawking between Je
“Pretty much,” Steve answered.
“You let me hit you?”
“I didn’t see it coming; otherwise you wouldn’t have touched me.” Steve looked down into Je
Tracy kept swinging her gaze back and forth, digesting the information.
“I have half a mind to belt you again,” Bill said. He put his arm around Tracy’s shoulders.
Steve shrugged. “We got tired of people trying to set us up on blind dates and when you told me who you wanted me to meet, well…,” he paused, shrugged, and glanced down at her. “We were neighbors as kids and our parents kept in touch. I called her and gave her the heads-up.”
“You knew each other?” Tracy gasped.
“Yep,” Je
Tracy put her hand on her hip and narrowed her eyes. “So you pla
Je
Steve glanced at her. “Yes.”
Je
“So we were right,” Tracy said smugly.
“As much as I hate to admit it, yeah, you were right,” Je
Bill looked at his watch. “Trac, we have to boogie.” He glanced at the two of them and shook his head. “I’ll see you back at the frat house.” He pointed at Steve and broke out in a wide grin.
Steve escorted Je
Je
“I know. Get in,” he replied, and watched her slip into the passenger seat.
He drove back to the cottage. “I’ve got to clean up the mess from last night,” he explained, turning off the car. “You can go down on the dock or whatever while I take care of the food, okay?”
“I can help, you know,” Je
“If you come inside with me, I won’t do what I came here to do.”
“So you can’t handle it.” She smiled, daring him to shirk his duties.
Steve returned her salacious grin. “I can handle you just fine.”
“Really?”
Steve looked at his watch and then up at her. “Really?” He headed to the door.
Je
He grabbed a garbage bag and dropped the barely-touched to-go containers in, tying it closed. He put the silverware and wine glasses in the sink and looked at the half-empty bottle of wine. Shaking his head slightly, he poured it down the sink. As he walked out of the kitchen, he picked up the cuffs on the edge of the table, walking toward her with a wicked smile.