job? I was just going to have to alter my training a bit. Why make it easier on her by giving her the actual guide that Ian and I had memorized since freshman year? I smiled, even though I felt slightly guilty at the thought that I was screwing her before she even started.
Whatever. It was her fault to begin with.
If she hadn’t had homework, we could have gotten all of the training done today. Instead she’d scurried off like a little mouse, leaving me stressed about finding time to train her the rest of the week. Every minute I spent with her drained my superpower, or at least it felt like it. A villain can only handle so much light before he wants to go all freeze-gun on someone’s ass. Small doses. I needed her in small, manageable doses.
“Hmmm . . .” I quickly brought up the school Ethernet, and with one swipe of the keys I was typing in Gabi’s login, cracking her password, and looking for her class schedule.
I pulled it up in seconds and frowned as I read through her workload, which was almost as intense as mine. Technically she shouldn’t be graduating with us, but she’d done summer school along with the UW premed intern program, so she was well on her way to walking in a few months—that is, if she passed the rest of her classes.
Curious, I hacked into her student account and pulled up this semester’s grades.
Biology was a B-minus. Shit, talk about teetering on the edge of failing. That was basically like getting a D. It was a core class.
Organic Chem was next.
C-plus.
She really did need to study her ass off if she had any hopes of bringing that grade up.
I could do Organic Chem while sleeping. I played with a thought . . . If I helped her, really I’d be helping me, because she’d be free to get her training over with.
Making my evil plan that much easier: help her with her grades, earn her trust, then get her to quit. Either that or she would just kill me in my sleep.
I needed her gone. She’d been easy to avoid before because I hadn’t seen her on a daily basis. The last thing I needed was to be on the wrong end of an unfortunate accident where Ian cut off one of my nuts because I looked at Gabs the wrong way.
Which I was already doing.
Because it was Gabi.
Damn me to hell.
I stared at the blinking cursor.
Technically, my motivation was completely selfish.
I could deal with that.
I quickly grabbed my keys and cell and told my stupid-ass body to stop humming with excitement—this wasn’t a booty call.
More like charity work for the mentally unfortunate.
Chapter Four
Gabi
It was only eleven in the morning, and my eyes were burning with unshed tears. I was reading but not understanding anything, making it so I had to go back and reread sections. I literally wanted to bang my head against the very expensive, very heavy book.
I wanted a scone.
Not just any scone, but one with blueberries, one that promised me that regardless of how crappy my day was, there would always be sugar.
My mouth watered.
“Focus, Gabs.” I was ten pages in. I had to read eighty. And on top of not understanding anything I was reading, there was that kiss.
And the bite.
And the . . . um, hardness.
“Nooooo!” I wailed, slamming my book shut. I would not go there. I refused to remember the way he felt pressed against me. With a cry, I jammed my fingertips against my temples and counted to three while I did some breathing exercises. I just needed to focus. Coffee. I should make a pot of coffee. Coffee always made things better.
I placed my book and highlighters on the coffee table and stood just as the doorbell rang.
My roommate, Serena, wouldn’t get it. She never got the door. Just like she always conveniently forgot about trash day or when rent was due.
“I’m coming!” I called just as I reached the doorknob and jerked.
Lex poked his head through the door. “In that case, should I leave you to it?”
I narrowed my eyes. “You suck.”
“And blow,” he confirmed. “Just in case you’re making a mental checklist of things I do well . . . I can also do this trick with my tongue where—”
“Why are you here, Lex?” My anxiety tripled as he stepped his large body through the doorframe and held up a small brown bag and