I look at her nipples.Hard. As. A. Rock.As my eyes roam down the rest of her, she notices and crosses her arms and huffs.
“It’s going to be really hard pretending to hate you when you look at me like that.”
I can tell she’s fighting back a laugh.
“So does that mean you don’t hate me anymore, princess?”
She groans loudly and finally cracks a smile.
On cue, the door barely opens and Drew steps in. “What the hell?”
Viola turns and glares at him with her hands on her hips.
“What damage did he manage to do already?”
Without a beat, she responds, “He knocked my toothbrush off the counter, and it fell into the toilet.”
My eyes widen at the story she creates. I know she wouldn’t lie to Drew normally, but she’s good at playing the part, so he doesn’t get suspicious before I have the chance to tell him.
“Dude…” He looks behind Viola and stares right at me.
“Genuine accident,” I say, knowing he’ll think I’m full of bullshit.
Viola turns to scowl at me, knowing Drew is watching our every move. “Was it a genuine accident when you didn’t tell me untilafterI brushed my teeth?”
I hear Drew snort behind her, and I can’t help cracking a smile at her performance.
“Sorry, man. Can’t help you out of this one,” he says to me, and then shuts the door, leaving us to rip each other apart, or at least that’s what it looks like. In any other circumstance, it might seem odd to him that Viola’s in my room, but considering her reaction, it just looks typical.
“Great acting. You really should have pursued that theater degree,” I say.
She scoffs. “I’m much better at reading words than reciting them.”
Patting my hand on the bed, I motion for her to come closer. Hesitantly, Viola comes closer and sits on the edge. Her voice drops to a whisper, and she leans into me. “I have to go, but I'll be back tomorrow after my morning class.”
I cup her cheek and brush my lips across hers. “You better.”
After grabbing my bottom lip in her mouth and tugging, she forces herself to stand before I’m able to take it any further.
“So, tomorrow,” I begin, “I’m going to need some help taking a shower.” I lift my eyebrows, hoping she gets the hint.
I know she wants us to work as much as I do, and I’m determined to spend as much time with her as I can. Fuck the rules. I’ve never been one to follow them anyway.
“I’m sure Drew can help,” she teases.
I smile at her sweetly and lift an eyebrow. “Don’t think so, princess.”
She’s contemplating it, and I wish I could read her thoughts right now. When she breaks a small smile, I know she’s on board. “I don’t really have a choice, do I?”
“So it’s a date?”
She fights back her laughter. “You’re ridiculous.”
“And you’re beautiful.”
The mood shifts and she stills. Viola searches my face as if she’s memorizing it, and I can’t seem to take my eyes from hers.
“If you’re trying to win me over...”
