Page 60 of Tempting Little Thief

“He doesn’t trust outsiders.”

“I don’t trust anyone.”

“Bastian,” she snaps, and her eyes sharpen. She hesitates, but only for a split second, and then says, “He will murder you and no one will ever find out.”

My gaze narrows on her, falling to her preppy uniform and then the spot she keeps her weapon.

Fucking knew it.

I pull onto the road and grip her thigh before hitting the gas. “Schoolgirl, my ass.”

Chapter 11

Rocklin

Ten missed calls and too many texts to count, I dial back the last one who called. Bronx answers in half a ring.

“Bitch, what the fuck?” Bronx hisses.

I glare at Bastian when he grins. “I’m almost there.”

“I know. I have your location, remember?!” she whisper-shouts. “Hurry the fuck up!”

“What’s Sai—”

“What’s your mammoth of a guard doing? Sweating. Bullets. Threatening toshootlots and lots of fucking bullets. Girl, he’s in full-blown panic mode!”

“What did you tell him?”

“You were held up by your professor in your last class.”

“And?”

“And then your professor walked by and said, ‘Ladies, I missed Miss Revenaw today.’”

Bass laughs and I smack him.

“Okay, I—”

“Hold up,” Bronx snaps, and then there’s some shuffling. “Was that a chuckle?”

“A male chuckle?” Delta adds.

“A sexy, raspy, deepmalechuckle?!” Bronx nearly squeals.

“Shut up!”

“Oh, she doesn’t like us talking about how hot her little secret sounds—”

“I will hang up right now.” She’s not wrong, there’s unexpected heat in my stomach.

“So, I’ll call right back. Who is he? That new hot professor? Did the freaking Henshaw heir finally get his way? Oh, is it the—”

“I’m pulling up,” I cut her off, eyes snapping to the steering wheel when Bastian’s grip causes it to squeak, his knuckles growing white. “Where’s Sai?”

“Throwing open doors near Calder Hall.”

“Okay. I’m getting out now.”

---