Page 223 of Ruthless Court

“I knew it. You were just playing games because I got mad.”

I push her back far enough to reach the lamp.

Light fills the room.

Krista kneels above me.

Naked.

Dark hair spilling down her back. Tan skin. Runner’s body tight with muscle. Her expression shifts when she sees mine.

“Krista?”

She sits back on her heels.

“Who else would it be?”

I pull the sheet across my lap and move away from her.

“How did you get in?”

“It’s not like I broke in.”

“You’re naked in my bed.”

“I’ve spent the last month in this bed.”

“That doesn’t put your name on my pillowcase.”

Her eyes narrow.

“So that’s it? You give my seats to your study-hall tutor, then pretend you don’t know why I’m here?”

“Hannah isn’t my tutor.”

“Hannah.”

The way she says the name strips it down to an accusation.

I reach for the T-shirt hanging over my desk chair and toss it toward her.

“Put that on.”

Krista catches it but doesn’t move.

“You kissed her.”

Not a question.

I look toward the closed door.

“How did you even get into the suite?”

“Jalen was coming in. I followed him.”

“And my room?”

“It wasn’t locked when I tried it.”