Page 12 of Magnetic God

“I’m going to be devastated if you don’t mean a college class.”

Her lips lift into a smile. “I’m twenty, if that’s what you’re asking.”

“It is.” I pretend to wipe my forehead. “I was worried there for a moment.”

“How old are you?”

“Thirty-seven. Is that a problem, Angel?”

“Because you’re practically ancient? No.” She gives me a cheeky grin. “I’m joking, by the way. I don’t think you’re ancient.”

“You know what they say about age, don’t you?”

She shakes her head, and I move closer. So close that her breasts brush against my chest and I get a whiff of her perfume. It’s flowery, with a hint of something sweet. It also makes me want to smell her neck while I pound into her.

“With age comes experience, and I’m very experienced, Angel.”

Her cheeks are rosy now. “Use that line a lot?”

“You’re the first.”

I mean it, too.

She hums under her breath. “I find that hard to believe.”

“Why is that?”

“Because you’re Brooks the Body McGruff. People probably throw themselves at you all the time.”

“They do,” I agree. “But you’re the first I’ve chased after.”

“Let me guess. It’s because I told you no in there.”

Well, shit. It kind of is. Don’t get me wrong. I was interested in her before, but as soon as she told me no, I knew I wanted to get to know her better. No isn’t a word I hear very often because of my status. I’m a professional wrestler known around the world for my character in the Olympus Wrestling Federation. I’m about to break out in the film industry. I’m the Face of The Defiant God Brotherhood. People have chased after me for years. But not her.

Who knew someone telling me no was such a fucking turn on?

“Let’s say that definitely got my attention.”

“See? That’s what I thought.” She glances somewhere past me. “My Uber is here. I need to go.”

I put my hand on her arm, stopping her.

“Promise you’ll at least text.”

She waits a beat before nodding. “I can do that.”

Relief courses through me. I could find her if she didn’t text me, but I’d hate to go from zero to sixty right off the bat. Thank god she’s going to make this easy on me.

“Be safe getting home, Angel.”

She doesn’t answer and hurries to her friend’s side. Her friend has a shit-eating grin on her face and says something that makes Hannah blush. Hannah shakes her head and pushes her friend toward the waiting car. When she slides into the back seat, she meets my gaze. I give her a slow smile that she returns. The crazy thing is that I stay out there long after she’s gone.

Lifting my phone, I send her a text.

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Hannah

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