Ask Me If I Care (SWAT Generation 2.0 #4) - Lani Lynn Vale Page 0,31

face flushed.

Loving the way the heat crept up her neck, I said, “I came here to ask you if you wanted to go to dinner with me tonight.”

Her eyes widened.

“And I thought, since it was a group thing, you’d be less likely to tell me no,” I continued.

Her mouth opened and closed, as if she was unsure of how to answer.

I took another bite of my food as I waited for her to come up with the right words.

“I…” She crossed her legs, exposing even more skin. “Is this a date? Am I going as your date?”

I finished off my burrito and reached for a taco, turning the chair so that my legs could bracket hers.

Then gave her my eyes.

“Is that okay?” I asked.

She licked her lips, looking nervous.

“Yes.”

Something in the way that she did had me dropping my taco on the top of her desk and moving even closer to her.

“You can say no,” I said, cupping her calf with one hand.

Her breath caught in her throat, and I barely stopped myself from moving my hand even further up her leg.

Her eyes dilated and her breathing started to get choppy. All from one small touch of my hand on her calf.

My dick hardened in an instant, and it took everything that I had to stay seated and not lean forward and kiss her.

“I don’t want to say no,” she admitted softly, nervously grabbing onto her skirt and fisting her hands.

The material of her skirt slid up even further, and I couldn’t stop myself that time.

I skimmed my hand up the outside of her thigh, stopping when my fingers dipped just underneath the material of her skirt.

That’s when I felt the tops of her stockings, and the slim belt that ran down her thigh to hold them up.

My dick that I thought was hard moments ago proved that it could go harder, and I wanted more than anything to see the garters and not just feel them.

“Ares…” I said, starting to get inappropriate.

But I was cut off when the principal rounded the corner and stuck his head in the door.

“Ares, I need you in my office…” He stopped when he saw us, eyes narrowing.

Luckily the desk hid most of what we were doing. And neither one of us looked guilty as we slowly separated.

Ares looked over her shoulder at Principal Bailey.

“I’m sorry. Just now finishing up lunch,” she said, sounding much calmer about things than I was. “Can you give me another ten minutes?”

The principal looked like he’d rather do anything but.

“There was a fight,” he said, sounding pissed. “And you were the one to say that we should be handling this differently.”

I stood up and picked my taco up, taking a few more bites of it before rolling the dregs up in the wrapper and stuffing it into the nearly empty bag.

“I can talk to them,” I said, my eyes going down to once again capture Ares’ before winking. “You want the rest of these tacos?”

She shook her head.

“No,” she whispered.

I picked up the other four tacos in one hand and gestured for her to proceed before me.

She did, looking over her shoulder a few times on our way to the office.

Seeing the kid from earlier who’d given me the directions, I stopped and handed him over the rest of the tacos.

His eyes lit up like it was Christmas.

“If you’re feeling nice, you can share,” I said.

He didn’t look like he was feeling nice at all.

“Fuc… uhhh, heck yeah. Thank you.” His eyes went to the principal who didn’t look happy that I’d given one of his students a fuckin’ taco.

“Take it to the cafeteria, Franks,” he ordered.

Franks saluted him like a smart ass and headed toward where I assumed was the cafeteria.

Bailey stormed off toward the office.

And I watched Ares’ ass as she followed him at a much more sedate pace.

Twenty minutes later, after listening to the kids discuss why they’d been fighting, I wondered why in the hell Bailey was even principal if he couldn’t handle a simple argument between kids.

And why the hell did he need Ares for this?

Something in which I would talk to her about later on.

Realizing that I wasn’t needed since there wasn’t any actual