Truthfully I'm not sure what I think about this book😬 I felt like it moved to fast, like one minute they hate her and torture her then she is friendly with them.then they get her kicked out of school
“I couldn’t help but notice you looking at us. At me, in particular.”
“Can’t a girl admire the paintings on the wall without being accused of lechery?” I drawled.
Blake leaned close, filling my nostrils with the intoxicating scent of sandalwood. “If there is anything you need,” he said in a low voice. “Anything, I’m at your service.”
The rumble in his voice started a tremor between my legs, and I imagined what kind of services a guy like Blake might be able to provide. On my first day, he’d placed his hand on the small of my back and set my libido on fire, then when he’d pulled me into his side, I had become so giddy with desire I might have let him do anything to me in my room. I inhaled a deep breath and let it out in a long whoosh.
Blake’s eyes flashed, and his gaze dropped to my lips. “Is there anything you want?”
“Yes,” I said, my voice breathy.
He leaned close. “Tell me.”
I squeezed my legs together, blanked my mind, and put on my best irritated voice. “How about you go back to your table and stop interrupting my meal? My pasta’s getting cold, and there’s apple pie for dessert
she rushed to the next table and grabbed their water jug. Before she could twist around and enact her plan, I leaped out of my seat, snatched my water jug and flung its contents into her face. I miscalculated somewhat, and water splattered over the front of her shirt, revealing a thick, red bra that looked more like a harness.
Titillated laughter filled the room. I stood back and admired my work. It was good to see her humbled for once.
“You bitch!” she screeched.
I raised a shoulder. “Sorry, you looked like you needed cooling down.”
Charlotte threw the water in my direction, but I jumped out of the way, letting it hit my pasta.
“Give up on your stupid campaign.” I placed the jug back on the table. “You’re an annoying little mouse who can’t muster up the style or originality to become a mean girl.”
“Y-you trollop!”
“Says the girl looking like a contestant for a wet T-shirt contest,” I snapped. “Does the guild of hookers make red bras your size, or did you have to order it specially?”
As I took my first steps toward the staircase, strong arms wrapped around my shoulders and waist.
My heart stopped for a beat, making me stiffen, then it exploded into action. I struggled within the man’s grip, breathing in the heady scent of sandalwood… and something else.
Blake’s deep voice murmured, “Did you like what you saw?”
“W-what are you talking about?”
He rubbed his erection against my ass. “I heard your camera.” He nuzzled my neck, sending ripples of pleasure down my spine. “Saw you under that table.”
“I wasn’t—”
He bit down on my ear, making me cry out with desire. “Don’t lie to me. You’re going straight to your room, and you’ll touch yourself, thinking about my cock.”
Oh!” I imitated her accent. “What did Henry say about me? Why am I only the best fellator in Elder House, shouldn’t I be the best in the academy?”
Red bloomed across her cheeks. “You…” She was probably going to call me a trollop again but thought better of it. “What do you want?”
“Get Edward to call off the prank.”
“How?”
“I don’t know. Fellate him into submission. You’re a natural at that.”
She turned to glare at Rita. “Utter a word of this to anyone, and I’ll slit your throat.”
“Touch my friend and I’ll slit yours,” I hissed back. “Now, fuck off and get to work, fellator.”