Page 71 of Heartless Mafia Prince 2: Rocco & Ryah

Lila grinned. “Shoot.”

“If you’re looking for anything more than an A on this project, walk away now. I have a girlfriend. I’m not looking to hook up.”

Lila shook her head. “I’m not interested in you.”

She tried hard to make that sound believable, but it wasn’t.

I tilted my head to the side. “Lila, if you can focus on the project, meet me here tomorrow at one thirty.”

“Not a problem.” She hopped out of the chair. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

Pinching my eyes shut, I exhaled. I hope I won’t regret my decision.

***P***

My knuckles drummed against Ryah’s door around seven in the evening. Usually, we studied together at this time.

Ryah opened the door dressed in navy flannel PJ’s. Her curly hair was pulled into a messy bun on top of her head.

Her bed attire usually comprised one of my t-shirts, or one of her tight little tanks and bed shorts. I thought I gave her enough time to calm down. Maybe not. If she thought the oversized PJ’s would keep my hands off of her, my woman was mistaken.

I lifted the paper bag eye level. “I brought you dinner.”

“Just for me or for us?” She glared at me.

This was bullshit. Ryah wanted to make me sweat.

I wrapped my free hand around her waist, walked her inside, and slammed the door behind me.

“What are you doing?”

“Feeding you.”

“That’s all?”

I sat her ass in the chair at her desk.

“No, Ryah.”

Her eyes followed my every move. I shrugged off my backpack and jacket, placing them on a nearby chair.

“Water or ginger ale?” I asked, as I stepped over to the mini fridge.

Ryah didn’t answer. She removed the carryout containers from the bag.

I grabbed both, then sat our drinks on the desk.

Turning the second chair so we faced each other, I sat and took her hand in mine.

“I apologize for behaving like a caveman earlier. It’s just...”

“Rocco?”

“Hear me out. I don’t want him to mistake your kindness for anything else.”

Her eyes softened. “Me either.”

“Also...”

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