Page 102 of Brutal Prince

I bark out a laugh. “Yeah, I keep real close tabs on her.”

“So that’s a no?”

I narrow my eyes at Indi. What fucking game is she playing? A comment like that would have deserved some snarky response, not a polite reply.

Then I remember about our talk in the woods yesterday. I guess, for this chick, every day’s a roll of the dice. I rub the back of my neck, and turn up my smile a little.

“Think she’s off sick,” I say.

“Shit.” Indi shakes her head and lets out a long sigh. Then she glances up at me through her lashes.

My body straightens on cue.

That look makes my nether regions start paying way more attention to this conversation than before.

“You busy?” she asks. “I don’t know if you smoke, but I usually have a morning blunt with Addy, and now I can’t find her, and I just thought…maybe…” And then she bites her bottom lip.

The fuck did I just get a semi for? I turn back to my locker and open it again as if I forgot to take something out, willing my dick to get its head out of the fucking gutter. I shove an extra textbook into my backpack and close the door again.

I pivot. She’s holding one side of her blazer away from her small, curvy body. It takes me way too fucking long to see anything more than her cotton shirt clinging to her perky little tits. In fact, she has to wiggle the joint she’s letting peek from her pocket before I spot it.

“Oh, yeah. Okay. Sure.” I rip away my hand from the back of my neck and nod at her.

She smiles and lets out a rough laugh that makes my skin grow warm. “You okay?”

“Yeah, sure. Just…” I grab her elbow and hurriedly steer her through the crowd of students milling about the hallway. “We probably shouldn’t be seen together.”

“Right, detention and shit.” She laughs again. “My first time, but probably not yours, right?”

I let out a strangled laugh and hesitate. We’ll be in shit if we’re spotted anywhere on the grounds.

“We could just drive around the block?” Indi says.

I glance down at her and do a double take, but in that instant her expression changes.

“Yeah, sure. Sounds good.” I release her and head for my car.

Was I imagining it, or had there been trepidation in her eyes?

No, of course not. Only time I’ve ever seen anything resembling fright in those fierce eyes of hers was when I had her pinned against a tree.

And she wouldn’t suggest we go someplace quiet if she was scared of that happening again.

I hesitate at my car door and glance back over my shoulder. She’s standing a few yards away, a hand on the strap of her backpack, no expression on her face.

So why is she suggesting this?

But there’s no time to give it more thought — as if she comes to some kind of decision, Indi heads for me again.

This time, she’s wearing an expression I’m more familiar with.

Determination.

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Indi

Briar’s carsmells just like him, but with hints of leather and car polish thrown in for extra manliness. I won’t lie, the inside of his Mustang is as stunning at the exterior — white, red-trimmed bucket seats, a red console, and immaculate everything.

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