date. Ever. My favorite pastime is having girls on their back or on their knees for me.”
“You. Are. Disgusting,” I growled.
He shrugged.
Pushing away from him, I tilted my chin up, both to look at him and in defiance. He wasn’t winning me over. “Tell me something, do your fangirls know how you think of them?”
“Most of them know and don’t care. They’re using me the same way I’m using them. Sex, fun and popularity. Three things they want and three things I can give them. They’re happy with the arrangement. Those who aren’t, I show them the door. Simple.”
“So, girls get hot and bothered because you’re a jerk.”
“That’s the appeal, Sweet Cheeks.”
I opened my mouth but then snapped it shut when I couldn’t find the appropriate words. I was speechless.
“Lila!” Grandpa’s voice broke through our silent battle, and I flinched away. “Can you come and help me with this?”
“Coming!” I called out.
I tried to push pass Maddox, but he didn’t budge. On the contrary, he moved forward, forcing me to take a step back and away from the door.
“So, what do you say?” he grumbled.
A frustrated sound spilled from my throat. “What?”
He kept moving forward, and I walked back a step, two… and three. “One afternoon. Give me an hour of your time, and I’ll change your mind.”
“Not interested, Coulter. You’re not even worthy of one hour of my time,” I bit out, glaring up at him through my lashes.
He slid closer against me, and I stumbled back into the wall. Shit. “So, you’re saying, if I kiss you right now, really kiss you… the way you should be kissed and then I slide my hands into your panties, I won’t find you wet for me?”
Cocky much? I bristled at his words, and my fists clenched at my sides. He brought his face closer to me, staring into my eyes as his hands landed on either side of my head.
“Lila!” Grandpa called out again, louder this time. He sounded closer than before. If I didn’t leave right now, he was going to come and find me in the storage, room and he was going to see Maddox and I… Oh God.
“Kiss me and I’ll make it so you don’t have the ability to kiss another girl ever again,” I warned.
“Challenge accepted.”
Maddox leaned down as if to kiss me, his lips a mere inch from mine. I turned my head to the side, and I could feel his minty breath feathering against my cheek.
“Move,” I growled.
“Lila,” he breathed, closer to my ear. His voice sounded deeper, edgier… like he really imagined kissing me.
I kept my head turned, refusing to give him access to my mouth. My eyes landed on his forearm as he kept me caged against the wall. I could feel the bulge between his legs pressing against my hips, and I bristled with anger and displeasure instead of being turned on.
I didn’t know why, but I expected something better from him. When he asked to spend one afternoon with me, looking adamant… for a brief moment, I almost believed he was serious about changing my mind.
The muscles in his forearm, where he had rolled up his sleeves, tightened, and I struck out, without thinking much about it. I bared my teeth and clamped down on his arm, biting.
Maddox let out a hiss of surprise, and I lifted my gaze to his. He had pulled away, only slightly to stare down at me. I grabbed his outstretched arm and bit down harder when he didn’t make a move to pull away. He froze for a second but then stayed still. I continued to put pressure, where my teeth were clamped down on his flesh.
He didn’t even flinch. No, he did the opposite.
Slowly, his lips quirked up into a tiny smile. His eyes glimmered with amusement, and he cocked his head to the side, waiting… and the bastard appeared not to be bothered by my action.
With an angry huff, I released his arm and pushed away from him. Mr. Pain-In-My-Ass looked down at the bite mark and then grinned a slow, lazy grin. "I always knew you liked it rough... but I would have never guessed you were into biting."
Holding back a frustrated growl, I pushed him hard enough to have him stumble back a step. I shoved my middle finger into his stupid, smirking face before stomping away.
His amused chuckles followed me, even as I left him behind in the storage room.
Don’t kill him. That’s murder. Do. Not. Kill. Him.
11
Lila
Later