Page 52 of Shattered Saint
My thoughts were snatched from me when my gaze flickered to the entrance as Bianca walked in. She scanned the room and her eyes met mine, a frown present on her beautiful face. She looked to be okay, which caused relief to flow through my body.
It was then I realized I’d been worried about her.
Bianca made her way over to my table and I couldn’t help but be mesmerized by the sway of her hips. The urge to grab her by those very hips and pull her down on my cock was high.
Fuck. I need to control myself.
With a loud sigh, I shoved aside my inappropriate thoughts. We were here to work on our group project, not to think about the times I made her come hard.
"You're late," I said as Bianca slid into the seat across from me. Was I being a bit harsh? Sure, but I didn’t care.
"Hello to you too, Easton." Her tone dripped with sarcasm.
Deep down, I knew it was in response to how I spoke to her first, but that knowledge did little to quell my irritation.
"Can we please just get to work?"
Bianca's eyes flashed. "That’s the same plan I had. I don’t know what went up your ass and died but—”
"I got here at 6:30 p.m. ready to work, and you weren’t here. You’re wasting my time,” I leaned forward, lowering my voice. "Now, are you going to help with this project or not?"
She mirrored my posture, her face inches from mine. I couldn’t resist staring at her lips before she spoke. "I'll help you with this,ifyou pull that stick out of your ass."
I fought the urge to kiss that smug look right off her face. That wouldn’t be appropriate. Then again, tongue-fucking her in someone else’s bed wasn’t appropriate either, and I was very proud of that moment.
It might have been the hottest thing I’d ever seen.
I swallowed hard, heat pooling in my gut at our proximity. Damn it, I needed to focus.
"This tension between us," I said softly, "it's not just about this project, and you know it. The deal we struck is causing even more problems than we already have."
Bianca's eyes widened, but she didn't pull away. "I’ve been waiting for you to bring it up."
“The deal?”
All Bianca did was nod her head.
"Yes, the deal. By the look on your face, you seem surprised.” I wanted to reach out and touch her, but we were in public and who knew who was watching. “Let’s talk about the deal briefly, and then we have to get to work.”
“Sure, but I’m only agreeing with you because I want to get this over and done with so we can both move on. We also never spoke about a timeframe for when all this would end.”
She was right and I needed to come up with an answer fast. “Until the end of the semester. Right around the time this project is due because it will also give us a cover for why we are spending time together. No one will be the wiser.”
“Did you really just pull that out of your ass?”
I nodded, slightly happy with myself. “Are you impressed?”
“I am and if this keeps those…” Bianca looked around before she continued, “photos from getting out, then I will do it.”
Our eyes connected and I wished I could make all this go away. Deciding to blackmail Bianca wasn’t the first option I would choose to do in order to get her to spend time with me, but I was determined to win no matter what. “Let’s get to work.”
Bianca nodded, agreeing with me, and we set about the task of reading over the case study and taking notes. We kept it professional, although our stares met for longer than required, and I could feel the energy between the two of us, showing just how explosive things would be when we collided again.
After about an hour, I looked up from my laptop. “Do you want anything to drink? I'm going to grab something."
Bianca glared at me for a moment before her gaze softened at my unexpected question, and she smiled. "Sure, that would be nice. Can I get a coffee?"
“Decaf? Cream? Two sugars?”
