“Want to fuck right here with everyone watching?” He steps in close, warm breath teasing the shell of my ear. I open my mouth to reply but Jude seizes hold of me, taking my choice away, lips clashing with mine as he steals a vicious kiss.
He breaks away with a grin. “Admit it babe, you want me.”
I give him a look. Asshole.
“You, report to the headmaster’s office immediately,” a youngish looking teacher, a petite brunette with a permanent scowl on her face, shouts over. She looks pretty annoyed.
“Obviously, some people don’t know who I am.” Jude snorts. He eyes the teacher, leering openly. “Miss Douglas is it? I don’t think you want to ask a Marques to do that. Although you can ask me for other things anytime.”
She blinks rapidly as recognition dawns. Then she flushes bright red. She opens her mouth but nothing comes out.
At the same moment, Dino roars in on his bike. As soon as he dismounts, he storms over, yanking off his helmet.
“What the fuck? I leave you both for a couple of nights.” His gaze flicks to the teacher watching us like a hawk, and then back to Jude and me.
I don’t miss Dino checking me out.
And why not. I look fine. Hot, even, in my black and red short skirt, perfectly buttoned up black cardigan, with crisp, white shirt and red tie.
I’ll admit, Dino looks good too in his racer leather jacket over his red and black uniform. His red hair is rough styled, dimple in his cheek more apparent, blue eyes full of frustration as they look at me with pure longing.
If it’s getting to the point where I’m checking the boys out as often as they do me, its fucking bad.
“Well?” Dino hisses.
I shrug at Dino, fascinated by his dimple. “Jude wanted to let off steam.”
“And you let him?”
“Vice, I’m not his fucking keeper.”
That’ll teach him to ignore my messages.
“Fuck off, Dino,” Jude sighs. He turns and strolls towards where his driver would be waiting, winking at the teacher as he does, earning him a flustered look. She glares at me like it’s my fault. Before she can open her mouth, I look at her like I do at all my victims.
It’s not a pretty look.
Shows fucking over.
She stammers and mumbles something about needing to mark papers, and hurries into the school after the other teachers who know better.
Dino’s brow creases up into a frown as I get on the back of his bike. There isn’t a spare helmet but I don’t care. I want to feel the wind in my hair, and just…fucking feel something. He climbs on and I clutch at his jacket.
“Where do you want to go?” he asks me.
“Stanton,” I say.
“What’s in Stanton?”
“A friend.”
It’s Quinn’s office to be exact. Maybe it’s reckless. I’ll easily be recognisable. But this is Dante, and I can’t just sit around waiting for him to make his move.
Even if he’s goading me into making one first.