I can’t believe my cousin gets to spend his year surrounded by so many babes.
Benji had the smarts of the family. Book smarts, anyway. Which is why I always encouraged him to get his degree instead of putzing around with the crew. He had potential, you know? Not like the rest of us. He could stay out of trouble with that brain of his.
I wish I had this kind of free time to fuck around.
“All right, now give me my things.”
The girl’s voice ripped me from my trance. She had spunk, I’d give her that. Even though she still wouldn't quite look me in the eye. Not unless I demanded it. Then again, I knew how scary I looked. I knew how I came off to people. And while it was intentional most of the time, it wasn’t intentional right now.
Still, when I tried to walk through the door, she stopped me.
“No. Hand me my things.”
I grinned. “But I came up all this way.”
She snickered. “And I can take it from here.”
“Cute.”
“Nothing personal. Just how it is.”
“I understand. Daddy taught you not to trust strangers, didn’t he?”
“It’s not like that.”
I passed off the bags. “Sure it’s not.”
“No, really. It’s not.”
I grinned. “See you around, Daddy’s girl.”
I winked at her before I backtracked down the hallway. Now all I had to do was wait. With everyone’s eyes on me and the girls practically licking their lips at my patched leather jacket, I slid my hand into my jeans pocket.
Three. Two. One…
“My name is Danika!”
Her voice echoed down the hallway in sweet, sweet release. Victory was mine once again. Girls were so easy to figure out. A full-blown smile crossed my face as I jammed my finger into the elevator button and listened to the gears groan as I turned around. I saw her standing at the other end of the hallway, her hands balled into fists. Her cheeks were brighter than ever, her eyes glaring at me in frustration I wanted to devour with my own two lips.
“Good to know, Daddy’s girl!”
The elevator opened and I ducked down, backing my way in. I felt people scurrying around me, trying to get off before they were crushed by my massive form. I kept my eyes on the girl as the doors closed, and for a split second I thought she might come after me. Beat those delicate fists against my chest to try and ‘show me a thing or two.’
But she didn’t.
Good for her.
?
??That quick, huh?”
Hannah’s voice ripped me from my trance as the elevator doors opened again.
“Oh, come on. Do you really think I don’t know your game?” she asked.
I stepped off the elevator. “Good night, Hannah.”
“At least you picked up my name. Kudos to you!”