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Isabelle narrowed her eyes at the names. “Why do I feel that you’re up to no good?”
I just laughed.
Point one to me, Martino.
On the way back from cheerleading practice, I was so cold and had begrudgingly burned so many calories, I decided to stop in at the coffee shop to treat myself.
I’d already ordered and was waiting for my drink when I felt eyes on me. It wasn’t anything new to feel like you were being watched, walking around campus in a cheerleading outfit, but this time it felt different. It always felt different when he looked at me.
My eyes collided with Asher’s as I took my drink and spun around, searching for a place to sit.
He was wearing training clothes and sitting at a table by the window, a huge sports bag on the seat opposite him. The only free seat in the house.
A sketch pad was open on his lap, and he was lounging back, twirling his pencil between his fingers, and staring. Just like that day behind the school. The first time I’d been alone with him. The day I couldn’t forget.
There was a challenge in that stare. It was the first time we’d seen each other since he’d dared me to go against him. He was waiting to see what I’d do. I wasn’t about to disappoint.
I pasted on a bright smile and sauntered toward him. I was making for the spare chair, aware people were watching. There were always people watching the campus hockey players; they were like celebrities, and none were more watched than the Ice Gods.
I was nearly at the seat when Asher’s leg extended. He rested a foot on the chair opposite him, effectively blocking me from getting to it.
“What do you want, DeLaurie?”
“Why, just to sit with my boyfriend for a little bit before class.” I batted my eyelashes at him.
He chuckled. “Nice try. This seat’s saved.”
“For who?”
“My bag, can’t you see it?”
I narrowed my eyes at him. “Your bag gets a seat over a person?”
“If that person is you, yes.” He grinned and eyed me up and down. “What are you going to do about it?”
Good question. I hesitated for a moment and then stepped over his leg. It was only knee height. I wasn’t going to let it stop me.
“I’m going to sit down,” I said, sweetly sarcastic.
Asher tutted and bent his damn knee before I could bring my other leg over, nestling it between my upper thighs. Great. Now I was straddling his leg.
“No means no, Ice Queen.”
He watched me with cruel amusement, waiting to see what I’d do next. Refusing to rise to the bait and get flustered, I rested a hand on his thigh.
“Sweetheart, if you wanted me to sit closer, all you had to do was ask,” I said, sliding my hand up his thigh quickly. The only warning for what I was about to do. Shifting forward, I spun as well as I could and lowered myself, right onto his lap.
He jerked beneath me like I’d given him an electric shock.
“What the fuck are you doing?” he murmured in my ear.
I pressed myself back against his chest. It was really very broad and supportive.
“Just getting cozy,” I fired back. “What are you going to do about it?”
“And what is stopping me from dumping you off onto the floor right now?”
“Basic common decency?” I attempted.
