Chapter 47
AMELIA
I glance up from my notebook, trying to ignore Frankie’s whispers. Whatever she wants, it’s bound to cause trouble. I mean, c’mon, it’s Frankie we’re talking about here. Trouble sticks to her like flies on a honey trap.
A small paper ball lands on my desk, rolling to the edge. It’s impossible to ignore. I unfold it, revealing Frankie’s messy handwriting: Let’s skip class .
I look up, my eyes darting between the note and Frankie’s expectant gaze. I shake my head, mouthing, “No.”
She leans in closer, her voice a hushed murmur. “The year is almost over. None of this stuff matters anyway. I have something to show you in my dorm.”
I sigh, closing my notebook. “Fine.” This class has been boring since the first day of school, and there’s less than two months left before summer. Besides, if I don’t agree, she’d keep bugging me the whole class so it’s not like I’d learn anything, anyway.
Frankie grins like she just won a prize at the state fair, raising her hand to be excused. The professor, distracted, waves her out.
Five minutes later, after a quick scan of the room, I quietly slip out. If we both asked to go at once, the professor probably would’ve said no. We are talkative a lot in this class and he’s had to throw a few warning glances our way.
In the hallway, Frankie is waiting for me, bouncing on her heels. “Let’s go!”
“What are you so excited about?”
“I have to show you my dorm. It’s a surprise!” She grabs my arm, pulling me along, chatting animatedly about whatever it is she’s made up in her mind.
As we turn a corner, still laughing about a comedy movie we watched last night, we collide with a tall figure. My laughter catches in my throat as I balance myself and look up.
Blade stands there, arms crossed, amusement dancing in his eyes as he looks down at Frankie. “Does Asher know where you’re at?”
Frankie crosses her arms as well, a hint of a challenge in her tone. “I can be wherever I want,” she blurts out defensively, although her voice falters a little.
Blade raises an eyebrow. “Interesting. Should I call and tell him you just said that?”
“I hate you!” she yells out as her face falls. “Ugh!” She kicks the nearby wall before storming off back towards the classroom.
I watch her go, and I’m about to follow after her but before I can, Blade catches my arm.
“Where are you going?”
“Back to class, with Frankie.”
He chuckles. “She’s not going back to class, Asher is already waiting for her by the classroom door. We were in the middle of coming to take you guys out of class.”
Oh my God, Frankie is going to lose it when she gets there and sees him. I can picture her now, screaming up a storm while Asher drags her away.
“I wanted to see what she was so excited to show me.”
“Oh, yeah. Her dorm room is packed up because she’s going to be staying at John’s house over the summer. And she was excited because she planned lots of things for you guys to do there during summer break.” He grabs my hand and kisses it.
“Really? That sounds fun.”
I’ve never had a real summer break, with my friends, getting to do whatever I wanted. My dad never let me go out much, even during the summer months. And with Frankie’s crazy tail self, I know she planned some over-the-top fun stuff for us to do. I guess I’ll finally be making up for all the times I never got to live a happy childhood.
As we walk through the halls, an idea hits me. Payback. For him teasing me on that hike, getting me all worked up, and then stopping. And all the other times he’s teased me too. Revenge is best served cold, but right now, my skin’s heating up thinking about what I’m going to do.
I stop in my tracks, causing him to stop and look at me confused.
“What’s wrong?”
“I want to do something for you.” I trail my hand lightly over his chest. “In the bathroom. With my mouth.”
His eyes darken with pure, intense desire. “Right now?” His voice is rough, husky.
I nod, pulling him towards the bathroom. “Right now.”
As soon as we slip into the empty bathroom, I shut the door behind us. His eyes follow me, hungry with anticipation, as I guide him to the farthest corner from the door. I drop to my knees, my fingers teasingly brushing against his skin as I unbutton his tan slacks. I trace the tattoo on his thigh, enjoying the feel of it under my fingertips.
“Amelia…” he groans, tangling his hand in my hair.
Perfect. He’s right where I want him.
I pull his pants down to his ankles, leaving him vulnerable, and look up at him with wide, innocent eyes. “Close your eyes. It makes you feel more,” I whisper, my voice dripping with seduction.
“Fuck. When the hell did you get so kinky?” He closes his eyes, completely giving in.
I wait until he’s engrossed in the moment, until there’s a fire of need burning in him, then I spring to my feet and dart out of the bathroom.
“Amelia!” His voice rings out behind me, rough and commanding, just as the door swings shut with a resounding slam on its own.
A burst of laughter escapes me as I race down the empty hallways, my footsteps pounding against the floor in sync with the quick rhythm of my heartbeat. I dart around a few corners, my breath hitching in excitement, knowing he doesn’t stand a chance of catching up, especially with his pants down. By the time he even realized what was happening, I’d already bolted out of the bathroom. There’s no way he’s going to catch me.
I run like hell.