Playing games

PAIGE

As I reached his door, I paused, smoothing out the dress I borrowed from Stormie's room and tugging at my bust. I took a deep breath before raising my hand to knock.

Grealish answered the door, his blue eyes cold and unfeeling as they roamed over my body. I felt my skin sizzle in response to his icy gaze.

"What do you want?" He asked bluntly, his tone leaving no room for argument.

"You're the last person I want to see too," I said without giving him a chance to respond or process what was happening.

I rode him back into the room and remembered how I had done the same thing earlier to Stormie. At what point did I become a thug forcefully injecting myself into rooms I wasn't invited into?

My heart thumped as my body grazed his body making the slightest contact and I took a deep breath, feeling the adrenaline coursing through my veins.

Grealish stood with a look of disbelief on his handsome face. The touch of gray stubble on his face gave off the impression of an overwhelming sensu