She’s been wearing the strangest outfits lately. Baggy sweatshirts with Crown Point University across the front, or the dance team t-shirts that must be free. Black leggings and boots or sneakers. Nothing crazy or outrageous. Nothing that shows off her shape. Just like the pink sweater the first night I saw her at Haven, or the shirt she wore when I dumped beer over her head and then chased her out of the bar like a lunatic.
I don’t regret what happened after I caught her, though…
I shift in my seat.
“Be right back,” Knox says. He pushes back and goes over to where Willow and Violet are sitting. He joins them with an ease that picks at my jealous nature.
That has to do with my upbringing, no doubt.
Raised to have the best things, immediately, I don’t quite understand the mechanics of getting something I can’t have.
Like Violet.
No, brain. I don’t want Violet.
I grit my teeth and turn away abruptly. It’s either that or go and rip her book to shreds—and there are more subtle ways to undermine her. And lead her in my direction…
Knox comes back and falls into his chair. He winks at me. “Girls are coming to the game tonight. In case you were wondering.”
“I wasn’t.”
He shrugs. “Okay.”
Something else catches my eye. Jack, coming into the library and joining Violet and Willow. He leans into Violet, whispering something to her. I clench my teeth so hard, my jaw aches. Why the fuck is he still talking to her? I thought that was over and done with.
Apparently not enough.
Still, I force myself to ignore it. There’s nothing between Violet and me. No spark, no attraction. Animosity, sure. Anger, yes.
I need more than that.
I stand abruptly and cross the room. I ignore Jack completely and grab Violet’s arm. She lets out a squeak of protest, but I don’t give her much choice. She can either stand and come with me or she can be dragged.
Lucky for her, she chooses to come—albeit not as quietly as a library would usually dictate. I pull her down one of the aisles, between the stacks, and find an abandoned corner. I box her against the shelves and brace my hands on either side of her.
“What do you want?” she snaps.
So fearless… until she’s not.
“I’m craving another taste of your pussy,” I tell her.
Not particularly true, but whatever. Now that I think about it, blood rushes to my cock. I don’t have a public sex kink. But by the way Violet’s gaze drops to my pants, then back up, I think this girl might be darker than she lets on.
Interesting.
I add that to my mental file about her.
“Or maybe I just wanted to see what you’d do if I interrupted you and what’s his face.”
“Jack,” she replies hotly. “Which, if you’ll excuse me…”
I tsk, not moving. “Not how this works.”
“How does it work?”
I look her up and down, frowning. “I want to see it.”
“See what?”