Page 12 of The Hunt
Her cheeks flushed, and she typed away on her keyboard. “We have a room with two queen-sized beds for $299 and a room with a king-sized bed for $350. Do you have a preference, sir?”
“One bed is fine,” I said, with a smirk, watching Daphne stomp across the street.
After sliding my card across the counter, she finished checking me in and handed me one room key. I thanked her and headed to the doors where Little Miss Porn Addict was trudging in, her hair covered in a layer of thick snow.
“I hate you.”
My chest tightened, but I recovered quickly with a smirk. “Got us a room for the night, Little Miss–”
“Don’t you dare finish that sentence,” she warned, storming straight for the elevator.
Once I slipped into it with her, I pressed the button for the seventh floor and rocked back on my heels. With her arms crossed over her chest, she glared at the shiny metal doors. “I don’t need your permission to drive home, Apollo. I’m not your responsibility.”
“Yes, you are.”
She opened her mouth, and I expected her to shoot an annoyed response back, but she paused for a moment and peered over at me. Her cheeks were flushed pink, and I assumed that it was from the cold.
Not from what I had just said to her.
“Are you planning on camping out here until spring when the snow stops?”
“If that’s what it takes for you not to be so reckless.”
“I’m not reckless.”
“You drove two hours in a snowstorm to volunteer at a garden. A garden!”
She snapped her head in my direction and marched over, poking me hard in the chest. “Well, you’re the dumbass who followed me all the way up here, sticking your nose where it doesn’t belong, and thinking that I’m just going to bow down to your every command.”
“Would you rather that creep follow you home instead?”
Again, she opened her mouth, but no words came out. So I took her silence as an opportunity to back her up against the elevator walls. I posted a forearm on either side of her head, leaning down to get a good look at her flushed face, those big eyes, and those pouty lips.
“Let’s get one thing straight, Daph. Like it or not, you belong to me now.”
“I… I don’t belong to you.”
“No? So I can share your dirty little book with the rest of the school?”
She met my stare with one of her own. “Go ahead.”
I raised my brows, a low chuckle leaving my mouth. “Go ahead?”
“Do it. You won’t.”
My lips curled into a smirk. “What a little brat I have on my hands. Careful now.”
“You know what I think?” she said, poking me in the chest again. “I think you’re all talk.”
“Me? I’m all talk?”
“Yeah, you are.” She craned her head to look up at me, her arms crossed over her chest, pushing her tits together enough for me to see some cleavage. She knew exactly what she was doing. “You’re not going to do shit.”
“You’re right,” I said to her, wrapping my hand around the front of her neck and pinning her to the elevator. I snatched her phone from her hand, because it was too goddamn easy, and scrolled to her audio app. “I’m not going to do anything.”
“Give that back, you dick,” she said, trying to reach for her phone now.
“I’ll just have you share a couple recommendations to the school’s social media, and–”
