Kings of Quarantine (Brutal Boys of Everlake Prep #1) - Caroline Peckham ,Susanne Valenti Page 0,13

replied and I gave him more of my attention at that. Blake had had more than his fair share of girls and if he’d rated her that highly then she was undoubtedly worthy of notice.

Kyan gave me a cocky smirk as my gaze trailed over his tie which he’d hung around his neck without tying it. The four buttons he’d left undone revealed the flames surrounding the devil tattoo on his chest. He’d tossed his blazer over the back of his chair too and had rolled up his shirt sleeves to show off even more of his ink. He looked like a fucking dipshit and he knew it. He also did it more just to piss me off.

At least his hair had been tamed into its topknot, but the stubble lining his jaw told me he hadn’t bothered shaving for a few days. Honestly, if he was anyone else I would have had his ass expelled for the pure fact that his appearance fucked me off.

Before I could decide whether or not to fall for the bait he’d set me, Blake hopped over the table and damn near knocked my espresso over.

“I’m surrounded by fucking idiots,” I muttered as I rescued the coffee and Blake fell into his seat on my right.

He turned to throw a wink at the girls on the closest table as they watched his display and fell over themselves giggling in appreciation. Dickwad.

The waiters appeared with food for the other Night Keepers and I tried not to sneer at the plate full of deep fried grease that landed in front of Kyan. That asshole was gonna be one fat old man if he didn’t get that shit under control. Blake’s stack of pancakes slathered in cherries and syrup wasn’t much better either.

The ends of our table slowly filled with members of our clique, though I left decisions on who made the cut to Blake. No one sat opposite us, leaving the view over the room clear for us to watch our prey. Blake liked to joke that we were like kings sitting up here watching over the common folk. I tended to see that as less of a joke and more of a fact.

The waiters made quick work of rushing back and forth, handing out meals to the masses as I worked on finishing my food.

Just as I laid my knife and fork down, Kyan’s elbow rammed into my ribs.

“What?” I snarled, shooting him a dark look, but he wasn’t looking at me. His gaze was fixed across the room and there was almost a grin plastered on his face which was a feat in itself. Kyan only smiled in public if someone else was bleeding.

“The new girl just walked in,” he said without tearing his eyes away from her.

I turned too, lifting my grapefruit juice to my lips and looking over the rim of it as I surveyed the crowd.

I didn’t even have to hunt for her. The girl was like an emerald sparkling amidst a sea of shit. She wasn’t even trying and yet she stood out from a mile away.

A waterfall of honey blonde hair fell in waves down her back to the base of her spine and my gaze naturally followed that line over the curve of her ass. I scanned down to the hem of her forest green pleated school skirt which stopped just high enough to give me a glimpse of her tanned thighs. Her knee length socks took over from there, but I could appreciate the lines of her toned flesh through the tight material.

She was walking away from me and I was already captivated by the way her hips rocked and her hair swung.

She followed Mila Cruz through the crowd to a table of our followers and they made room for her to join them with wide smiles and enthusiastic greetings.

Gerald Holt gave her a huge grin as he leaned forward to drop a napkin over her lap and she laughed, waving him away with a casual gesture that said no chance asshole as she sat back, offering me a clear view of her face.

She had big blue eyes which sparkled with laughter beneath lashes long enough to kiss her cheeks when she blinked. A smattering of freckles graced her high cheekbones and her pink lips had a natural pout to them which instantly had me imagining my cock between them.

“Mine,” Blake growled beside me as he realised what we were looking at.

“Fuck that,” I muttered. “A girl