Page 40 of Little Devil

“Mom, stop,” I plead, wishing the ground would open up and swallow me whole. “There’s no issue, I promise.”

She stands up a little taller and runs her tongue over her perfectly straight veneers, slowly moving her eyes over my form to check for the lie. “Fine.” She nods, thankfully letting it go. “Gabriella will be here in an hour. Let her curl your hair and do your make up for you, then meet me downstairs at eleven fifteen. I’ll have a car waiting outside to take us to lunch.”

“Okay,” I say quietly, forcing a small smile to please her because that’s what good daughters do.

She finally leaves and I release the breath I was holding, locking the door again just in case she decides to come back for something else. I tighten my robe around my waist and walk around to the other side of my bed, laughing lightly when I find Xander lying down on his back with his head propped up on my nightstand and his hand on his dick.

“Come sit on my lap, princess.”

“Not a chance, new boy.” I shake my head, grabbing the blanket off the floor to toss it down on my mattress. “You need to leave.”

He feigns a pout and moves to stand right in front of me, so close his dick pokes my navel through the silk. “You okay?”

“Why wouldn’t I be?”

He shrugs and lifts my chin up with his forefinger, clearly unsure what to say. “Your mom seems..”

“Nice?” I offer, making him laugh.

“Yeah, that.”

“Xan?”

“What, baby?”

“Why are you still naked?”

“Because you tossed my clothes in your closet,” he reminds me, staring at my lips while he swipes his finger over the bottom one.

“Oh. Right.” I clear my throat, walking away to grab them for him.

He uses the bathroom quickly and then sits down on my bed to pull his jeans on, eyeing me from beneath his lashes when he catches me staring at him. “What?”

“You slept over.”

“I know.”

“You do that with all the girls you go home with?”

“No,” he says simply, standing up to pull his shirt on over his head. “I mean, there was this one girl a few weeks ago but it was a complete accident. I asked her to leave as soon as I realized she was still there and she punched me in the mouth. Then her older brother punched me in the nose and gave me the black eye I came with when I moved here. Fuckin’ asshole.”

My brows jump and I scrub a hand over my mouth, attempting to hide my laugh but failing.

“You think that’s funny?”

“No.”

He raises a brow and steps closer to me, sliding his hands around my waist to pull me into him. “I wanted to take you for breakfast.”

“Why?”

“I don’t know.” He frowns, seeming just as confused by the fact as I am. “Wanna bail on your nice mom and sneak out with me instead? I’ll buy you pancakes.”

I grin and shake my head at him, taking his hand in mine to lead him over to the door. I look both ways to check the coast is clear and then pull him out into the hall, secretly wishing I could make whatever this is between us last a little longer. I can’t do that, though, and I’m not naïve enough to believe he won’t move on to someone else now that I’ve given him what he wanted. My stupid heart aches a little bit at the thought but I shut that down just as quick as it came.

Xander Reid is a player.

A bad boy who’s low key dangerous and not for me.

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