Talk about mortifying.
I stomp over and pick up my sandal.
“You really do have an amazing ass.”
Shit. I forgot about my miniskirt, and my thong is all the way up my crack so it probably looks like I’m wearing no panties at all.
I whirl around and shake my sandal at him as if it’s a weapon. “You can keep your eyes to yourself.”
He snickers, that damn sexy smirk affixed to his face as if his lips are permanently fixed in that wicked curl. “Sorry, love, but I’m sure every hot-blooded male in the near vicinity was looking. If you don’t want us to, then you shouldn’t—”
“Shouldn’t what? Shouldn’t be wearing such a short skirt? It’s hot out, in case you didn’t realize, and there’s no reason for you to judge me. Not at all. Not for any reason. Not for what I’m wearing or—”
“Or that you look like you’re ready to slap me with that sandal?” He chuckles.
I don’t know when I closed the distance between us, but he’s right. I have the sandal pointed up at his face like it’s a gun or sword.
“Not for any reason.”
“Certainly not because of all the things you allowed me to do to your body,” he says. “Don’t act as if I haven’t seen you naked before.”
“Once and done,” I hiss.
I lift my leg to put my sandal back on as much as I can. It’s going to flip and flop with every step. Do I have time to run back to my room before my next class? I don’t know. Fuck! I feel so damn discombobulated right now. I hate that he’s making me feel this way.
I stumble a bit as I put my foot down, and he grabs my arms near my shoulders to steady me.
Only he doesn’t release me when I’m on proper footing.
“Why only once and done?” he asks.
I snort and shake my head. “I don’t think so.”
“I bet I can change your mind.”
“No, you can’t. I’m busy.”
“Busy dreaming about cocks?”
“Not busy dreaming about you,” I retort, and I can feel my face turn red. It’s from both embarrassment and anger, but hopefully, he thinks it’s just anger because I do not want to have to deal with his ego.
“Are you sure about that?” he murmurs.
He releases one of my arms to cup my chin, stroking my jawline, forcing me to look up at him.
If I thought my heart had been racing before, that’s not the case. Not at all. My heart is ready to leap out of my chest, but I refuse to allow my legs to turn into jelly.
“Rob…”
“Katie.”
My heart skips a beat. I swear it’s the most traitorous organ in the world. Most traitorous and most treacherous.
But wait…
I shake my head, forcing him to release his hold on me. “I don’t recall telling you my name,” I say slowly. “How did you know that?”
Rob grins. It really lights up his handsome face. “I think you might not recall everything we talked about.”