“I…I didn’t know.”
“Clearly.” I narrow my eyes to slits, slicing her with imaginary daggers before letting her go. “Next time you touch what belongs to me, I won’t be so charitable.” She gawks at me, her expression a mix of shocked disbelief and jealous anger. “Now fuck off before I change my mind and decide to make an example of you.”
Her nostrils flare and her eyes darken with pure venom as she scrambles to her feet. She looks two seconds away from lunging at me, so I pull my Strider from its sheath, tracing my finger along the sharp blade. “This isn’t an accessory.” I pin her with a deadly look. “And if you’re still here in three seconds, I’ll happily demonstrate just how skilled I am with a knife.”
Caz howls with laughter when she hightails it out of the cafeteria like she’s got a bee up her butt. Guess she’s not so dumb after all.
“That was cruel, Lo,” Sean says, joining the conversation for the first time.
“It was,” I admit, reclaiming my seat. “But it was necessary. The guys don’t have time to fend off hordes of drooling women. I’ve just resolved the issue.”
“That shit still turns me the fuck on,” Saint admits, making no effort to lower his voice.
“Want me to suck you off in the bathroom?” I coolly reply.
“Hell yeah,” Caz replies.
“She wasn’t offering to blow you,” Saint smugly retorts.
“And you got your rocks off in the bathroom at my house yesterday,” Galen interjects.
Emmett almost chokes on his soda. “Is that all you do?”
“Fuck?” Galen smirks, popping a brow.
“Pretty much,” I confess, grinning. “I’ve got four guys to please. It’s a tough job, but someone has to do it.”