“And at what age did you lose your virginity, Nico?”
His lips open and close like a goldfish as he tries and fails to come up with a suitable lie.
“Sixteen, obviously.”
“Obviously.” I roll my eyes hard. “Me too. Shall we?” I ask, kicking my handbag under the desk before reaching for my tote that has the folder we need.
My gasp of shock rips through the space as Nico’s hand smacks against my arse.
“Nico,” I shriek, standing bolt upright. “What the fuck are you—”
Mirth dances in his eyes as he slips around the other side of the table and drops into the chair.
“Just testing your theory about getting spanked raw. You just creamed your knickers, didn’t you?”
“No,” I state confidently. Although I can’t deny that I’m feeling a little hot down there after that move.
“You’re a terrible liar, Miss Andrews. But I’ll let that slide for now. So what have you got for me today?”
I lower myself to the seat opposite him and quickly discover that his eyes aren’t focused on my face, but my tits.
“Nico,” I hiss.
“Just wondering if it’s the silver one again, or black, maybe. Red? It’s sheer, isn’t it? So sheer that I’ll be able to see your hard nipples right through the fabric.”
“Are you done?” I snap.
“Maybe, maybe not.” With that, he moves, resting his elbows on the table, leaning closer and forcing his already tempting scent deeper into my senses.
My eyes drop from his amused ones to his hands, which are now resting on the tabletop.
“So the rumours are true then?” I ask, taking in his busted knuckles. There might have been some lingering damage there yesterday, but it wasn’t that bad.
“There are rumours? Care to share, Miss Andrews?” His eyes glitter with amusement and his lips twitch into a smirk.
“You’re such a—”
“Careful, Miss Andrews. You wouldn’t be about to verbally abuse a student, would you?”
“What the hell is wrong with you today?”
“Me?” he asks innocently. “Nothing. I’m cushty.”
“Right, so did you want to tell me why you beat the shit out of Jamie Carmichael on the basketball courts last night?”
“My, my, you really have been paying attention to the gossip mill, huh?”
“Hard not to when it’s literally the only thing everyone is talking about.”
“Well, I don’t know what to say, Miss Andrews. I spent last night at Mickey’s beating the shit out of Theo, fucking pussy.” Moving his hands, he makes a show of his busted knuckles by running his thumb across his bottom lip, incidentally managing to remind me of just how soft that part of his body is.
All the muscles south of my waist clench.
“You really expect me to believe that?”
“Sure. Why not?” He shrugs nonchalantly.
“You’re lying.”