Page 34 of Sinful Desires

I ushered her into the hallway, and we made our way to the elevator from there.

The cafeteria was full when we arrived, and I tugged Jessica along with me as we shoved our way through the crowd of people. Once we reached our table, I slipped into my seat with Jess clinging to my arm as she seemed to do a lot lately.

“Any word from Myles yet?” I questioned, looking between Collin and Foster.

“Nope,” Collin answered. “He won’t answer his calls or texts. Let’s just hope he isn’t off doing something we’ll have to clean up later.” He shakes his head, his features darkening.

Foster nodded his agreement before shoveling some pasta into his mouth.

Jessica looked between the three of us, curiosity flashing across her face. “What’s wrong with him?” she inquired.

“None of your fucking business,” Foster growled with a mouthful of food. He washed it down with his tea, not even bothering to look in her direction.

She shot him a scathing glare, but luckily for her, he wasn’t paying her any attention. Otherwise, that would have been an entirely different problem I’d have been stuck with. When she didn’t get the reaction that she wanted, she released a huff of frustration. She muttered something about going to get food before she slipped out of the seat beside me and started moving toward the lunch line.

Once she was gone, Foster shot me a look as if to ask what the fuck are you even doing? But I didn’t have an answer for that.

I leaned back in my seat, my gaze traveling around the room until they landed on one girl in particular. The light reflected off her fiery red hair, making it shine. But funny enough, she wasn’t the one that stood out to me. It was the girl beside her with the three nose rings, piercing green eyes that could spear you where you stood, and shoulder length hair of an unnatural color. The mischievous grin she wore had my dick straining against the thin layer of my joggers as I took in how devilish she looked. That smile meant she wanted trouble—trouble that I might have been willing to give. If only that smile had been meant for me.

At first, I wasn’t sure if I was really attracted to her. But the more she was around, her style grew on me until suddenly, everything about her looked appealing in some way or another. Her head fell back as she laughed at something Gia had said, and her teeth were so white they seemed to shine.

None of that mattered though. Myles had some kind of problem with the girl, and she was roommates with the girl I’d been fucking. Even thinking about going after her would complicate things in a number of ways.

It wasn’t until her bright eyes locked with mine that I realized I was still staring at her. To my surprise, she held my stare while the corners of her mouth quirked into a smirk of her own before she finally glanced away.

My eyebrows bunched together in confusion as I tried to wrap my head around what that look had even meant. After coming up with nothing, I chalked it down to her knowing about me and Raven.

“Hunter,” Foster hissed, making me jerk my head in his direction. “Did you even hear what I said?”

“Uh…no.”

He rolled his eyes and held his phone up in the air. “You’re fighting Jax this weekend.”

I groaned, throwing my head back dramatically. I hated fighting Jax. He was a complete nut. He was also the one who beat Collin’s ass a couple weeks ago. We’d only fought once before, and he gave me a run for my money.

“Great,” I muttered unenthusiastically.

Good thing I’d put some extra time in at the gym this week and steered clear of carbonated beverages. Hopefully that would give me the strength I needed in order to win this fight.

I could only fucking hope.

Chapter 11

Aspen

“You’re staring,” Gia whispered, leaning forward as she not-so-subtly stared along with me.

The corner of my mouth lifted in response. “I’m not staring. Just observing.” She snorted at that, but she was right. I was definitely fucking staring.

What was it about Foster Henderson that made women fall at his feet without him even needing to look in their direction? Girls were obsessed with him, and I couldn’t blame them. He was one of the hottest guys I’ve ever laid eyes on.

His shaggy, dirty-blonde hair sat in an effortless mess on the top of his head, and when his blue eyes connected with yours, it felt like he was looking right through you. Though, locking eyes with him was a rarity. He was always so engrossed in anything he was doing that he didn’t seem to notice his surroundings all that much, which right now, worked in my favor.

“If he catches you staring right now, that far away look he’s sporting, is going to turn into a lethal glare,” she mused.

I shrugged, deciding she was right. Not that it mattered to me whether he got his mangina in a knot over it or not, but the less attention for me, the better. I averted my gaze to our history teacher, who happened to be just as hot.

Okay…focus, Aspen. What the hell has gotten into you today?

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