Page 23 of Hate To Love You

“Good.”

I’m going to hit him with my car and feed his dead body to the wolves.

“Did you develop your personality in a car crash?” I ask with a snide smile.

Before he can say anything back, my phone begins to ring beside me on the table. Lainey’s name pops up on the screen. I rush to answer the call so I can distract myself from wanting to stab Ryker in the eye.

“Hey, Lainey. What’s up?”

Out of the corner of my eye, I see Ryker’s smug expression. He thinks he’s won this round, but he better buckle the hell up because I’m not backing down.

“You know how we were going to have a nice night in on Friday?” Lainey asks, a suspicious tone laces her soft voice. My eyebrows dip in question.

“Yes…” I answer carefully. I swear if she says we’re-

“Well, we’re going to a party instead,” she says pointedly, as if I have no choice in the matter. “It’s going to be so fun, and we get to dress up!” like that makes it any better.

“Lainey, I-”

“No. You’re going. We’ll go costume shopping later, kay? Okay, see you soon, bye!”

The call ends, leaving me a bit more irritated than I was before I answered it. I hate parties, especially Halloween parties. This is the last thing I want.

“Roommate trouble?” my head whips around to face Ryker, who is still sitting there with that stupid smug grin on his face, like he knows something I don’t.

“Holland?” I ask, knowing that’s the only way Ryker knows who I am, and that Lainey is my roommate. Ryker simply nods.

“Haven’t seen you with your boyfriend in a while. What’s up with that?”

“He’s not my boyfriend.”

Why does he even give a shit? It’s none of his business. We shouldn’t even be talking about that; we should be working on how to agree with each other on at least one thing for this damn project.

For the next hour or so, we stay on track, for the most part. Of course, it’s not easy with all of Ryker’s annoying habits and the fact that I am finding it really hard not to stare at him.

The way his muscles move under his shirt, the way his eyes gleam with danger and humor, the way the curls on the top of his head occasionally fall onto his face. And let’s not forget those lips. They’re so full and pink and I bet they’d feel really great on my pussy. Christ, Gwen. Get a grip.

Oh, shit. He definitely saw me staring at his lips.

Ryker’s eyes fall to my lips and linger for a few seconds before coming up to meet my eyes. Those damn flutters in my stomach make me clench my thighs together under the table. As I do, my knee brushes Ryker’s, and my face heats.

He opens his mouth to say something, but I speak before he can get the words out.

“Okay… well. This was so much fun,” I say sardonically as I pack up my stuff. Ryker watches me as if I’m prey, and he’s the hunter. His eyes follow my every movement and I’m suddenly very aware of the wetness in my panties from the thoughts of me being with him.

“But I have to go. We’ll pick back up on Monday, yeah?” I don’t even wait for him to reply. I hightail it out of the library. I don’t have to look back to know Ryker is watching me leave, and for some reason, I like the thought of him watching me walk away.

Chapter 15

Ryker

Guinevere Sharpe is the most aggravating woman on this earth. I cannot wait until this damn project is over and I never have to speak to her again.

Only a week and a half left. A week and a half until I’m free of her.

But I swear, when she was looking at me, there was something other than pure hatred in them. I think it was lust. I think she doesn’t hate me as much as she thinks.

She may annoy the living shit out of me, and she may make me wish I never stepped foot into that lecture hall, but as I watched her ass as she walked away from me, God. Her ass is perfect. It’s round and plump in all the right places, and it makes me want to see more of her.

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