Kings of Quarantine (Brutal Boys of Everlake Prep #1) - Caroline Peckham ,Susanne Valenti Page 0,157

escaped her that I swear was actually sexual as her eyes lit with a wild energy.

“Holy shit,” she breathed.

“Yeah, I’m a real bad boy,” I teased her. “Hanging up on people and switching phones off like a fucking gang mobster with a death wish.”

Her laughter rang out again and I found myself wanting to hear more of it.

“Is that a sleepover bag?” she asked, her eyes falling on my gym bag.

“Better…assuming you like post workout, high protein and healthy carb type snacks.” Which no one did, but it was better than going hungry.

She smiled as I pushed the bag towards her and she started rummaging within it.

“So what’s with the getup?” I asked her, my gaze sliding over the red dress again. “You off to prom or something, princess?”

That blush lit up beneath her freckles and she tucked a lock of blonde hair behind her ear. “It’s actually one of Saint’s strange forms of torture,” she said and I frowned in confusion.

“How?”

“He…kinda took my suitcase hostage when they moved me in with them. And then he bought a bunch of clothes for me with weirdly accurate knowledge of my sizing and he picks out everything I wear.”

“Everything?” I asked, wondering why he wanted her dressed up like this. Although as my gaze raked over the way the material clung to her, accentuating each and every inch of her body, let alone the fact that the colour suited her perfectly, the reason was pretty obvious.

“He even buys my underwear. And it’s like, the best underwear I’ve ever owned, it’s like a second skin. Even the panties-”

“It probably isn’t appropriate to discuss your panties with your teacher,” I reminded her as I tore my gaze away and looked out over the huge pool.

The water here was considerably warmer than in a public pool. Rich little darlings couldn’t risk a chilly ass when they wanted a swim after all and the warmth of the water kissed my legs as I kicked them lazily.

“Is it appropriate to drink with my teacher then?” she asked as she found the bottle of Jack. “Or are you planning on having a party for one and making me sit out in the corner?”

I suppressed a smirk as I reached over and took the bottle from her before twisting the cap off and taking a long drink. I swallowed five times, sinking a quarter of the bottle as I felt her eyes on me.

Ain’t no party like a lock in, right?

“There is absolutely no way in hell that I’m giving you alcohol,” I said firmly, keeping my eyes on the far side of the pool and fighting off a laugh as she huffed irritably.

I placed the bottle down beside her without a word and waited as I continued to look out over the water. Within two seconds, she’d snatched it and pressed the bottle to her lips.

My heart leapt at the idea of what I’d just done. I was being really fucking reckless with this girl, but some part of me just didn’t care. I’d been stagnating here, losing hope of bringing my vengeance down on Saint Memphis like I’d worked so hard to do and she’d swept in to my life, called me an asshole, kicked my ass in the boxing ring and singlehandedly made it possible for me to do what I’d come here to do in the space of a few weeks.

I glanced at the Jack as she placed it down between us and arched an eyebrow as I saw she’d matched my portion so the bottle was already half empty.

A low buzz was churning in my gut and I reached for the food just as she did. She slapped my hand away from the dried apricots with a laugh before pushing one into her mouth and groaning with exaggerated pleasure.

“Oh for the love of sugar,” she moaned as she chewed and I snorted a laugh.

“You’re not still on the lettuce leaf diet are you?” I asked, half because if I found out that Saint was still pulling that shit with her then I was going to personally find a way to stop him, and half just to have something to say to her.

“No. I’ve been a good girl so I’m getting plenty of treats,” she deadpanned. “No pizza though. I swear, I’d just about do anything for a taste of the cheesy good stuff. But Saint likes proper food.” She mimed vomiting and I glanced at the hoard of healthy food guiltily. I was hardly