Page 37 of The Other Side
Chance’s eyes narrowed. It was more obvious than ever that he had gone to Montgomery at some point and that he was trying desperately to keep it under wraps.
“So when are we going to talk about the elephant in the room?” he inquired nonchalantly.
“What!?” I choked. Did he know I had seen him and Claire?
Chance laughed. “What is it going to take for you to forgive me for not telling you I was teaching here the night we met?”
“Oh.” I breathed a sigh of relief.
My reaction seemed to puzzle Chance.
He glanced around the dining hall. The couple of students that had been around when we’d first arrived had since left. We were alone. He leaned in so close that his lips almost brushed against the shell of my ear. “I thought we had a lovely evening, and I was looking forward to spending more time with you.”
“Then maybe you should have taken me up on my offer that night because you’re definitely not getting another invitation.” I found I was starting to quite enjoy antagonizing him.
“Tell me how to make this right?” His fingers grazed the outside of my thigh, under the table, sending sparks of electricity up my spine.
“I don’t owe you anything.” It was taking everything in me not to lean into his touch.
“Do you want me to beg? I will.” He smiled against my ear.
I pulled away from him, not trusting myself in such close proximity. “We’re in public.” I swallowed.
“You haven’t answered my question,” he pleaded.
“Honestly?” My tone came out short. I was frustrated and confused, and it was all his fault. I was tired of being polite. “There is something off about you—something that doesn’t add up.”
The corner of Chance’s mouth turned up in an intrigued smirk.
“I can’t put my finger on it, but I’m going to find out what you’re hiding,” I threatened.
Chance leaned forward one last time, his face so close that if I moved at all I could have closed the gap to kiss him. “I bet you will.”
