Oh lord! Have I missed any classes?I panic, letting go of Loki’s hand and searching in my bag for my tablet to try and work out what I may have missed.
“Don’t worry, Pretty Girl,” Loki assures me. “I got passes for us and let your teachers know I was showing you round.”
“How?” I ask, frowning and stopping my frantic search, looking up at him.
“The teacher message app.” He rolls his eyes like it’s obvious.
Which it's not, not to me at least. I mean my mum and I were comfortable, we could buy nice things and afford the odd shopping splurge. But I went to a state school, we didn’t have school issued iPads, or apps, or dining halls, or a hundred other things these rich kids take for granted. I guess, considering my uncle gives me a more than generous allowance, I’m now one of them.Shudder.
Loki notes my confusion, a questioning look on his face.
“We didn’t have any of this at my old school,” I say, shaking my head and gesturing round me. “We had to carry round textbooks, write notes by hand, speak to teachers,” his brow pinches in a frown with every word I say.
“Huh,” he replies with a shrug, as if the concept of actually having to carry a textbook or write anything by hand is so foreign to him he can’t even compute it. “So, what brings you here, Pretty Girl?”
I can’t help it. A laugh bursts out from my lips, effectively dissipating the slight resentment I was starting to feel towards the wealthy elite of the school, Loki included.What a line!
“Really? That’s the line you chose to go with?” I chuckle, and he smiles ruefully, his cheeks colouring a little.
“I just want to know more about you is all,” he responds, slinging his arm across my shoulders, and we carry on walking.
“You want to know more about me…?” I question, one eyebrow raising, and my words trailing off when I see the serious look in his eyes.
“I want to knoweverythingabout you, Pretty Girl,” he encourages.
“Okay…” I begin, a tingling sensation starting up in my chest as I look round. I don’t know why, but I’m hesitant to share too much of myself. He has seen me naked at least twice now so I feel a little foolish, but there it is. “Let’s see. To answer your earlier question, my uncle suggested I come here as this is where he went to school, and I wanted a bit of a fresh start so thought, fuck it, why not?”
“Ah, so you're a legacy. Like us,” he informs me, a genuine interest in his tone.
“A what?” I enquire, looking up at him.
“A legacy, you know, our parents came here so now we do too. Is that not a thing back in England?” he asks me, and my heart skips a beat at the sight of those beautiful green eyes so close.
“Not really. Although, never having gone to a posh school like this one before, maybe it is?”
“Posh school or not, we now have at least two things in common,” he replies with a mischievous smile.
“What’s the other thing we have in common?” I query, almost dreading his answer if that look in his eye is anything to go by.
“Getting great satisfaction when you come,” he tells me, in complete seriousness that it’s ruined slightly by the smirk on his beautiful lips.
I roll my eyes and shake my head at him, but at the same time, I feel the heat in my cheeks at the mention of what this man can do to my body.
“Tell me more,” he orders after a moment.
I chuckle and take a deep breath.
“Well, my favourite colour is rainbow. I'm allergic to cats. I love dark chocolate. My favourite novels are reverse harem...”
“What the fuck is reverse harem?” Loki interrupts me, an eyebrow arched.
“You know, one girl, three or more guys?” I shoot back, looking at him then quickly glancing away, feeling my cheeks flame again and my palms go a little sweaty.
“Oh! Like a gangbang!” Loki grins, a salacious look in his green eyes.
“No!” I yell, stopping to glare at him and drawing the attention of a couple of students walking past who probably think I am into gangbangs now.Fucking great. “Notlike a gangbang,” I correct him, lowering my voice, looking ahead, and carrying on walking. “There's a story and everything.”
“But there's sex in the book. Between more than just one guy and the girl?” he asks, and when I glance at him he looks all too happy to see me squirm in embarrassment.