Page 91 of Give In
Scanning the hall as I gathered my things, I was relieved to see that no one had witnessed my failed covert mission.
I can still pull this off.
I should’ve known better than the tempt fate with my optimism because just as that thought flitted through my head, the unmistakable sound of a door opening came from behind me.
Directly behind me.
I closed my eyes, my shoulders slumping. There was no way I was leaving with the scrap of dignity I’d been clinging to.
“I spent the morning so hard, lack of blood flow to my brain must’ve killed me. That’s the only explanation for this view of paradise,” Damien said, his gruff voice low but in no way quiet enough.
Looking over my shoulder, I raised my brows. “You think you’re going to heaven?”
“No, my depraved angel, I think you’re giving me a glimpse of heaven before you lead me to hell.”
“I don’t think I need to lead you there.” I gave him a saccharine smile as I stood, ignoring the helpful hand he offered. “I’m sure you know your way home.”
His rich laugh swirled around me, weaving and tangling with the heat his words had caused.
Damien had a habit of saying sweetly sinful things in such a nonchalant way, it left me speechless. It never came across as corny or forced. It was just honest.
Which, if I were to also be honest, freaked me out because I liked everything he said far too much.
Stepping aside, Damien gestured into his office, but I shook my head.
“I’m not staying,” I said. “I just came to—”
“Figured you’d be here fifteen minutes ago. Silent argument with the key run long?”
He knew me well, usually better than I knew myself. But even I didn’t believe he could guess that.
“It was the mailbox, actually.” My eyes narrowed. “Were you watching me?”
“Although that’s my favorite pastime, I wasn’t near there.”
“There’s no way you could’ve predicted I’d come here.Ididn’t even predict it. I wasn’t gonna get the key.”
“And yet you did.”
“You were watching.”
“No, I was on the other side of campus getting you coffee before waiting for you here.”
“You were not.” I looked around him and saw a medium hot coffee sitting on his desk. A pleased smile spread across my face.
Ha, at least he doesn’t know everything.
Clearing his throat, Damien kept his eyes on me as he shifted to the side to reveal another drink on his desk.
A massive, perfectly beigeicedcoffee.
It wasn’t my previous go-to, but I’d been ordering them more and more.
Moving on autopilot, I walked into the room and set down my stuff as I side-eyed the cup.
Lotta inanimate objects incurring my suspicion.
I whipped around as he closed the door. “You’re a stalker.”
