Page 13 of The Vipers and Their Venom

“Girls don’t take calculus here. You don’t need to.” The office has clearly screwed up big time. Giving the new girl the wrong yearandwrong fucking class is bad, and I’ll be telling them.

“Why?”

“Because women don’t run our business, sweet-cheeks. You’re here to have the babies and make sure we have something tasty to come home to.” I wiggle my eyebrows suggestively at her to ensure she understands that I’m not only talking about food.

She holds up one finger. “First of all, do not call me sweet-cheeks. My name is Ivani, or Vani, if three syllables is too much for you.” Another finger pops up. “Secondly, Iwillbe running my own business one day, whether assholes like you want me to or not. Now, I suggest you go and sit down and mind your own goddamned business.”

What. The. Actual.Fuck.

Did she just dismiss me? This girl has clearly been taking too many lessons from her MC club. Like Zane said, no one tells us what to do.

I slam my hand down on the desk in front of her. “Who the fuck do you think you are?”

At the front of the room, the teacher has entered.

“Mr. Laurant,” he says, clearly sensing trouble, “can you make your way to the desk please?”

I point at the new girl. “Not until she leaves.”

He clears his throat. “There is special dispensation for Ivani McGrath to take this class, so I’m sorry, but she will be staying.”

“Conard,” I hiss under my breath. Asshole.

I can’t fucking believe this. Who the hell is this girl that she gets special treatment? Not to mention that she’s a freshman.

I open my mouth, but he holds his hand up. “Go back to your seat.”

I stare at her as I pass, and she doesn’t look down at her paper but holds my gaze. I can see the fear in her eyes, but she refuses to look away.

Saint should be here, but he’s clearly decided to skip class, too. I want him to see her, because this girl isn’t just cocky and beautiful, she’s smart.

It rubs me the wrong way.

Zane should be here, too, but he often skips classes and just gets the notes. Zane might be silent most of the time, and moody as fuck, but he’s clever and good with his hands.

Fresh meat answers every question correctly and without hesitation, leaving the rest of us looking like we’re fucking dunces. I catch a few of the other guys in class throwing her appreciative glances. Let’s not pretend they’re admiring her for her brains. She has curves for days. I bet those thighs rub a hole in her jeans within a matter of hours of her putting them on, and, when she gets up to answer a question on the board, I see that her ass fills out the back perfectly. Her tits practically spill out of her top, and I’m mesmerized by the soft swell of her belly, the shape of her highlighted beneath the tight cotton of her t-shirt. I know full well that I’m not the only one who’s noticed.

A lot of the women here keep themselves stick thin because they think it’s what we all want in our wives. They diet, and they work out, and they all have the same hard bodies. She’s an oasis of soft sensuality in a world of high-maintenance, frigid bitches. It makes me more intrigued by her.

I picture how soft her body would be beneath my touch, how I’d dig my fingers into her flesh and have her wrap those thighs around my head. She’d smother me in them, but hell, if I die, I die. I bet it would be worth it.

I give my head a shake. What the fuck am I thinking? I don’t need some smart-mouthed girl to kill me off. I’m better than that.

Maybe I should toss her to Saint?

I find myself smiling at the thought. Yeah, he likes a challenge, and this little bitch looks like she’d give him a fight, too.

Never mind that Zane has already noticed her. Screw her and her arrogance. She’s got no idea who she’s messed with.

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VANI

I’m shaking from the confrontation I had with the black haired, blue-eyed boy in the classroom. I told myself I’d dealt with far worse at the club, and I had, but then I’d known I had about thirty club members I could call on to back me up.

Here, I’m on my own.

It’s not as though I’m unused to men being sexist—I’ve dealt with plenty of it at the club—but his clear aggression has still shocked me. I wasn’t expecting it here, in a place of learning.

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