~Nicole~“So… history,” I said, trying to sound professional and not like my panties were currently glued to me from pure tension.Landon didn’t say a word. Just watched me from across the table, lounging like this was his fucking throne and I was some amusement for the day.I flipped open the textbook.“Chapter twelve,” I muttered. “European revolution.”He smirked.“Was that the one where everybody lost their heads?”I looked up.His eyes were already on my mouth.I cleared my throat. “Literally and politically, yes. Robespierre…”He cut in.“Sounds hot.”I blinked. “What?”He leaned forward, elbows on the desk.“Power-hungry. Bloody. Sharp.”His gaze dipped again.“Bet he’d have fun with you.”“Excuse me?!”Landon grinned, tongue lazily pressing into the corner of his cheek. “You’re into control. Pretend all you want…you like it when someone pushes.”“I do not…”“You do,” he said. “You’re sitting across from the guy who said he’d pin you to a desk and lick soda off your skin. And wh
~Nicole~“How nice to meet you again”… Miss Nicole Winter,” he said.His legs were spread, that damn hoodie still on like he hadn’t just threatened to lick me clean twenty minutes ago.The smirk on his face?Cocky. Wicked. He was enjoying this. Too much.My jaw twitched.“So… so when you said I had to tutor a student in order to guarantee my stay here…” I turned to the Vice Principal, eyes wide, voice rising.“You were talking about him?”She didn’t even flinch. Just sat there sipping from a cup like she hadn’t just set me on fire and walked away.“Oh, you’ve met. That’s great.” She snapped the folder shut and smiled, completely fake.“No need for any more formalities then.”My eyes shot back to him.Landon.Smiling like the devil just handed him a plaything.“Any objection with your tutor, Mr. Landon?” she asked, adjusting her glasses.He leaned back, spreading those damn legs wider like he owned the room.“Not at all, Vice Principal.” He looked me over slowly, deliberately. “Miss
~Nicole~By the time I left Caspian standing there like a Calvin Klein ad dipped in concern, my panties were a disaster, my brain was fried, and my legs were moving on autopilot.Vice Principal’s office. That was the goal.Except… I had no idea where the hell that even was.I took a left. Or maybe a right. I couldn’t think anymore. My thoughts were still sticky.And then…I saw him.Leaning against the lockers like a slow sin.Black hoodie. Sharp jaw. Dark brows.And a silver lip ring glinting under the hallway light like it wanted to be licked.Wait…what?My body reacted instantly. Heat coiled low in my belly, and I swear my ovaries high-fived.What the actual hell is going on with me today? Am I… ovulating? In heat? Did someone curse me with horny girl syndrome?He turned his head slowly, catching me staring. A crooked smirk tugged at his lip, the pierced one.“Lost?” he asked, voice deep, calm, way too hot for a hallway.I blinked. “Uh. Yeah. Vice Principal’s office?”He stepped clo
~Nicole~“Thank goodness,” I muttered as I pulled back.His face shifted then slowly into a smirk.And without thinking…I grabbed the Coca-Cola can behind me and splashed it right at his face.The spray. The oh shit.Why did I do that?Well, to get rid of that stupid smirk of his.But also…Fuck.Why did I do that?“I..shit…I’m sorry,” I said, but even I knew it sounded weak.He ran a hand through his wet hair, chest rising with sharp breaths.The soda soaked through his shirt, making it cling to his abs, his chest, his inked skin.And he looked pissed.But also?Turned on.“I see what this is,” he muttered. “You’ve got a little thing for pissing me off, don’t you?”He stepped forward. I stepped back.“I don’t..”“Shut it,” he growled, backing me into the desk. “First wine. Now Coke. What's next? Cum?”My breath caught.“W-What?”“You’re practically begging for it,” he said, eyes burning. “And you don’t even know it.”He grabbed my hips. Firm.. Like he owned the damn space between my
~Nicole~I can't believe I'm gonna have my tongue curled up in Landon Hockman’s chest right on my first day. Great."Ah… hmm… ahh…yeah, that’s the spot, princess," he growled low.My lips hadn’t even touched his chest yet.I blinked, stunned. “Can you stop being an asshole?” I snapped, sitting back with a glare.His eyes widened like he wasn’t expecting that. “I'm just trying to cheer you on”.But then… they shifted. His face changed like he was actually enjoying getting under my skin."It’s either this… or, you know…" He smirked and slid a hand down to the waistband of his pants.Oh, hell no.That Goddamn V- Line.“Stop…fine! I’ll do it.” I groaned, tossing my head back. “Having a dick flung in my face isn’t exactly how I wanted my week to go.”He raised an eyebrow and tugged his waistband just a little lower.“Asshole.”“What was that?” he asked.“Nothing,” I muttered. “Shut up and stop breathing on me. Your cocky air is killing my brain cells.”I leaned forward again, practically