Page 34 of Deviant
I shiver in anticipation of watching him come unglued on me. Maybe then he will finally come to his fucking senses.
“Is that Molly?” I ask for confirmation.
“Yeah, looks like it. She likes going out with her girls when she can.” Cash shrugs, handing me a beer.
One of the other girls who was standing by the fire saunters over, swishing her hips, trying to attract Cash’s attention.
Silently moving away, now that Cash is preoccupied, I sip my beer and walk over to the fire where Molly is talking with one of her friends.
Objectively, I know she’s a pretty girl, but she has something that’s not hers. She just doesn’t know it yet.
I inch closer, sipping my beer, eyes on the fire, before she spots me out of the corner of her eye.
Come on, pretty girl. Take the bait.
She giggles at something her friend says and nods. Then her friend walks off to get another drink, leaving us alone.
There it is—my chance.
Rhett took too long, and I’m done with his games. I deserve attention, and he won’t give it to me, but I bet pretty little Molly will.
“You must be Colton, right?” Her sweet voice grates on my nerves.
Come to me, Rhett Thornwood. Or I’m going to take your girl.
“Just Colt, and I’ve heard all about you, Miss Molly.” I let my twang slip out a little more.
She blushes faintly. “Hopefully all good things.”
“I’ve heard you’rerealpatient,” I murmur. “You’d have to be.”
She gives me a puzzled look, and I do everything in my power to keep from rolling my eyes. Switching tactics, my hand finds her lower back, and I guide her over to a couple empty camp chairs so we can sit by the fire instead of standing.
She sits, and I scoot my chair closer to hers, our knees knocking against each other.
“So, tell me about yourself, Molly. You’re a teacher here, in town?”
She rambles on and on about how she’s been a teacher for a couple years now and loves her class and kids; I’m only half listening. Scanning the crowd, I find her friend watching us with a curious look on her face. I also try to find Cash, too, so he doesn’t come over to ruin this before I get what I need.
Placing her soft hand in mine, I focus back on her.
“What about you? I have no clue what you do other than that you work on the farm with Rhett. You don’t seem like the farm type,” she teases, gesturing to my clothes.
She says his name as if she has the right to, but he’s not hers—-hasn’t been since the hallway. My grip on her hand tightens briefly before I loosen my grip again, rubbing circles on the back of her hand.
“You don’t know what I seem like,” I mutter under my breath before taking a swig of my beer to clear my throat. “I'm in my last year of undergrad to become a vet. The farm is for experience with the animals—for my internship requirements.”
She leans in a little, closing the distance between us, surprise flickering across her face. “A vet? That’s actually kind of…hot.”
I smirk. “I get that a lot, honestly,” I say, chuckling a bit.
She laughs softly. “I’m sorry. That was a bit strong. I guess the whiskey has me a little more relaxed…”
“It’s always good to let loose every once in a while, sweetheart.” I wink at her playfully.
“You’re a lot more charming than I thought you would be, to be honest,” she says quietly, her eyes shifting down toward the ground.
I catch her friend in my peripheral vision. She’s been hovering since Molly and I sat down, beer in hand, trying to look casual and failing at it.
