Page 68 of Raise Hell

I hold the door open just long enough for her to skirt past me and then slam it shut.

“What do you want?”

She drops her bag onto my desk with a heavy thump. “To study, just like I said.”

“Oh, really?” Crossing to the desk, I pick up her bag and dump the contents on the floor. “You don’t even have the right textbook with you.”

“I must have just grabbed the wrong one, you dick.” Olivia snatches the bag out of my hand. She kneels down to gather up the pens and notebooks scattered across the hardwood. “I’m sure you have all your textbooks organized neatly by color and size, but the rest of us don’t have obsessive-compulsive disorder.”

“Actually, I use the Dewey Decimal System.” My bookshelf is organized, but so is everything else in my life. At least it was until she showed back up. Crossing to the bed, I collapse back onto it. “Now tell me what the fuck you’re really doing here before I throw your pretty ass out the window.”

“To study. If I say it one more time, will you get it then?”

“Sunday is a day of rest. No studying for me,” I lie. “You’ll have to come back tomorrow.”

Olivia eyes me narrowly from her position on the floor as she finishes picking up her stuff. “You were the one begging me to kiss you at the rugby game. I figured I’d get this project out of the way so you weren’t tempted to keep following me around.”

“Well, I like to go to bed early.” I stretch in a way that makes my shirt ride up to reveal the rock-hard abs I spend hours in the gym maintaining. Her gaze naturally follows the movement, and I happily notice the effort it takes for her to look away. “Some of us like to get our beauty sleep. Try it sometime, might do you some good. You’re looking a little ragged around the edges.”

Olivia ignores the barb. Her gaze flicks to my open laptop.

The paper I’ve been working on for my marketing class is up on the screen.

“Either you’re lying, or you choose really weird things to jerk off to.”

“Can’t it be both?”

She rolls her eyes but bites her bottom lip in a move that is way sexier than it should be. “Gross.”

The girl might like to think of herself as an impenetrable fortress, but all of us have our weaknesses. I think I have an idea of what hers might be.

“Maybe I just wanted to see how the other half lives.”

“Says the one percenter,” I scoff. “Your family isn’t exactly living on the edge. Or am I thinking of a different investment banker with the last name Pratt?”

Her expression cools. “None of us get to choose where we come from. Not even you, Drake Van Koch.”

“Meet me in the library after lunch tomorrow.” I prop myself up on my elbows and spread my legs, so the outline of my semi-hardened dick is visible through my sweatpants. Her gaze drops there, just like I knew it would. We might hate each other, but that isn’t the only thing that either of us feels. “Unless there is something else that you wanted.”

Olivia licks her lips, the movement probably involuntary, but I feel myself harden even more. My dick doesn’t care that we’re supposed to despise her. Her eyes widen before she forces herself to look away.

Her mouth opens, then closes again. When she finally speaks, her voice is hoarse.

“Why do you always have to be such an asshole?”

“You’re the one who barged into my house, sweetheart. If I hadn’t gotten in between you and Nolan, you’d already be ass up over the couch downstairs. Every girl on campus knows what they’ll get when they come here.”

She stiffens, her eyes narrowing on my face. Then she seems to come to some kind of decision. “Fine, you’re right. I didn’t come here just to study.”

“Tell me something I don’t know.” I settle back against the pillows with my arms crossed behind my head. “That isn’t a suggestion, by the way. You have about another minute before my patience runs out. Then you can choose between the window or whoever might be between you and the front door.”

“Fine, let’s talk.” Her bag drops to the floor with a loud clunk as she lets it go and glares down at me. “What was it you said about girls knowing what they’re going to get when they come here? That definitely includes me, right? Especially after what happened last semester.”

I blink, expression very carefully blank. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“You guys like to wear masks, right? I think I remember that from last year. Can I see yours?”

I launch myself off the bed before she’s halfway to the closet. The force of my body slams her up against the wall.

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