Arrogant Heir (The Heirs #2) - Michelle Heard Page 0,4
in a catch twenty-two with the girls. You give them an inch, and they want the whole damn body.
I never used to mind, but lately, it’s all starting to become exhausting. I also have to consider my future position as chairman of CRC Holdings, and a playboy image won’t be tolerated by the shareholders.
Suppose it’s time to start growing up.
I clear my damn spam folder, so I’ll look busy, and I let out a sigh of relief when the order is finally ready. Taking the food from the server, I keep my eyes on my phone, so I don’t accidentally encourage a student to approach me as I walk out of the restaurant.
When I’m outside, I tuck the device back in my pocket and glancing around, my eyes focus on someone coming from the lecture halls' direction. A grin begins to spread over my face, and I jog until I reach Mila. When I wrap my arm around her shoulders, she lets out a shriek, and slapping me against the chest, she quickly moves to the side.
When she sees it’s me, she darts forward and punches me against the shoulder. “Dumbass! You’ll give me a freaking heart attack. Don’t ever sneak up on me again.”
“Bet I made your heart skip a beat,” I tease her. I shove the food against her chest, and she has no choice but to take hold of the bag and box. “I got your dinner. Go eat.” Not waiting for her response, I begin to walk toward the dorm.
“You got me dinner?” she asks behind me, sounding dumbstruck.
“You have to eat, right?” I ask as I shove my hands in my pockets.
“Yeah, but you didn’t have to get me food,” she says as she catches up to me. I can feel her eyes on my face but keep mine trained on the building ahead of us.
“I know,” I say.
“Oh… well… thanks, I suppose,” she stammers, and it makes a smile form around my lips.
“You can always thank me another way,” I say as I tap my pointer finger against my cheek.
“Ugh,” she lets out on a huff and begins to walk faster while mumbling, “Should’ve known there was a catch.”
“You bet your pretty little ass, I’m a catch,” I call after her.
Chapter 3
MILA
Fallon, Jade, and I have just attended our last lecture for the day, and we’re walking back to the dorm when two juniors, Nate Sparks and Justin Green, approach us.
“Ladies,” Nate says, a grin playing around his lips. “I’m having a party next Friday and was hoping you’d come?”
I glance at Fallon, knowing she’ll decide for all of us.
She looks at Jade and me before she answers, “Sure, we can show our faces. Where will it be?”
“At Studio 9. I’ve booked the club.” Looking happy that we’ll be attending, he begins to turn away. “Catch you later.”
I’m just about to continue walking when Justin touches my arm to get my attention. “Hey, Mila. Can we talk?”
I’ve never actually spoken to the guy and have no idea why he would want to talk to me. My eyes dart to Jade, who’s downright scowling at Justin.
Raising an eyebrow at him, I say, “What about?”
He shoots a glance at Jade and Fallon, and realizing they aren’t leaving my side, he sighs. “Seeing as you’re all going to Nate’s party, I was hoping you’d go with me?”
Huh?
His question takes me totally by surprise because we’ve hardly interacted with each other.
What happened to first getting to know a girl before asking her out on a date?
“Ahh…” I hesitate, not wanting to hurt his feelings, but then answer, “We’re going in a group, so I’ll see you there.”
He looks taken aback by my answer but then shrugs. “Sure. Save a dance for me?”
“Yeah,” I agree, figuring one dance won’t hurt.
“Great, see you around.”
I watch him walk away then turn my frown to Jade and Fallon. “Well, that was a surprise.”
“Yeah,” Fallon agrees.
Jade’s still scowling at Justin’s back, then she grumbles, “I saw him checking you out the other night.”
“For real?” I ask as we begin to walk again. “I’m not interested, though. He’s not my type.”
An arm falls around my shoulders, and as my head snaps up, I get an instant overdose of Jase.
His sexy as hell grin. His woodsy aftershave that smells heavenly. His muscled body pressing against my side.
Sigh, total ovary-exploding worthy.
“That’s ’cause I’m your type, right?” Jase teases, his eyes slowly drifting over my face.
Giving him an irritated scowl, I shrug his arm from my shoulders.