Sinful As Hell (The Demon Academy #1) - G. Bailey Page 0,51
to ignore the mating thing. I think Sera just said it randomly and she definitely doesn’t know the thoughts that go through my messed-up head about her seriously attractive brother.
“I know he did. Javier is a good cook,” she explains to me, her eyes holding in something I know she wants to say. I shrug and take a cake as I head off to my lesson with Morgan. I take a deep bite of the orange and chocolate cake, and I nearly moan out loud. Man, these taste seriously good. I pause and go back to Sera, who is heading for the kitchen and grab two more cakes.
“I’m going to give one to Morgan and eat two on the way,” I explain to her around a mouthful of cake. She just chuckles at me as I turn around and head out of the apartment. I take my time walking to the library as I eat my cakes and find a bin for the wrappers on the way. Morgan is leaning against the window as I come into the library, almost taking my breath away. The rising sun casts orange and yellow beams of light over his body, almost framing him in light. It makes every bit of Morgan seem a little softer than the tough guy I’ve grown to like to dislike.
“Morning, Miss Cameron,” Morgan says, noticing me even though I didn’t move for the last few minutes as I stared. I wonder if he always knew I was there.
“I brought you a homemade cake. It’s orange and chocolate, and really good,” I say, offering it to him.
“How do I know it’s not poisoned?” he enquires. “It would be a good way for you to win the prize.”
“I’m not crazy, that’s how you know it’s not poisoned,” I say, and he raises an eyebrow at me. “I also want to win on my own terms and not by cheating,” I add.
“At this point, I’d be happy you won in any way. This lesson is getting boring,” he says, and I frown as he takes the cake from me and sniffs it. Gosh, he ungrateful. I really want to shove the cake into his face.
“I want the cake back, you don’t deserve it,” I say, going to snatch the cake back but he moves out the way and takes a bite of the cake.
“You don’t take gifts back. It’s rude,” he tells me.
“I hope you choke on it,” I say, and he only laughs, walking away and finishing of the cake. That is the last time I share food with him.
“Let’s start this again then,” he says in a bored tone, chucking the wrapper into a bin across the room and of course it lands perfectly inside. Morgan gets the orb out and throws it behind him, where it disappears. I’m running after it down the aisle of the bookshelves before it disappears from my view. I spin around a bookcase and see it at the end, floating in the air. I gasp as Morgan catches me around the waist, stopping me by a wall. The lights are so dim at the back of the library that every sense is heightened and the prize just looks that more inviting being so bright.
“Tut, tut. You aren’t fast enough, baby,” he whispers into my ear, his hot breath making my whole body shiver. I stuck in a deep breath and push off the wall, only to find he has disappeared again. I search around in the dim room; my breaths sounding harsher and longer with every second until I see the prize flash in the corner of the room. I run as fast as I can, my hair whipping behind me, and my legs aching from the movement as I push myself further than usual. I’m inches away from the prize when he grabs me around the waist, pulling me against his chest, and I sharply turn my head to the side to look up at him. Even in the dark, I can see the smugness in his eyes. “I won.”
“You never gave me a chance,” I protest.
“No one ever will, baby. You need to learn that sooner rather than later,” he tells me, a smirk lifting the corner of his lips.
“Stop calling me baby,” I demand.
“Win the prize for once in your goddamn life and maybe I will,” he replies, leaning down closer, so his minty breath blows across my lips. “Baby.” The world leaves his lips in such a seductive manner