Page 25 of Wicked Me
- Rick
P.S. Good luck at your internship.
I stared out the kitchen window, seeing nothing, while the citrusy odor from the basket soured my insides. My parents had likely given him an innocent information leak. But to me, it ruined everything.
Talk soon.
No fucking way. It came across as an order, not a promise, and I had nothing to say to him anyway.
Sam sauntered around the corner and eyed the fruit. “For you?”
On my way out of the kitchen, I crumpled the card in my fist. “Just a mistake.”
7
Sam
PAIGE’S FRUIT BASKETdidn’t taste like a mistake.
When she vanished to her room after its delivery, I taste-tested the oranges, pears, and grapes for her protection. It couldn’t be from a guy, because what guy sends a fruit basket to someone like Paige? So who, then? And why hadn’t she seemed very happy about it?
Later, I found her cross-legged on the floor of her bedroom surrounded by open suitcases and books. Her shorts rode up high on her thighs, exposing the curve of her ass and a hint of black lace. I swallowed on a groan and stuffed a hand in my pocket to adjust my twitching dick behind the cover of the doorframe.
“Hey,” I said, my voice raspier than normal.
She pushed her geeky but totally hot glasses up her nose and smiled apologetically. “I’m making a mess.”
“I see that.”
“I’m so excited about tomorrow, I figure I’ll organize everything tonight because I’m not sure I’ll be able to sleep.” She blushed and looked away.
I could guess at what she was thinking. I’d planted that seed during my drunken haze after all, the one about there being a lot more fun things to do than sleeping, the one I’d love to see take root on the bed behind her and involved no sleeping whatsoever.
“Good idea.” I cleared my throat and held her paperback out to her. “You can have this back since I stole it from you.”
She shook her head, the ends of her dark hair swaying against her chest. “What kind of librarian would I be if I demanded you gave it back to me before you finished it?”
