Edge does his usual and blocks my path. “Where ya headed?”
“Why do you care?” I try to move around him. With his body being the size of a small country, I make no progress. Giving in, I say, “psychology.”
Edge slides his eyes to Kade, then back to me. “We’ll see you there, little Ninja.”
Are you effing kidding me? “Sports medicine?” I say, unable to hide my disdain, and praying that I’m wrong and we don’t have the same major.
His grin widens in response. And I wish he wouldn’t smile like that, consciously or unconsciously trying to drown me under his hellish spell. “Well, isn’t that a coincidence?” I scoff.
“It is. And I look forward to making your life hell.”
Even as he delivers his threat, his deep, throaty chuckle is as menacing as it is sexy. I wonder if he knows it. By the way his slate eyes glimmer, he definitely knows it. “Lucky me.”
I swear to the gods. Tonight, I’m getting on my knees and praying, asking them what the fuck I did to deserve this.
7
EDGE
Ninja is alreadyin class when Kade and I arrive. With the guidance of Professor Hansley, I bet he told her to sit in the only empty chair—the one directly in front of mine, in the last row in the far corner. There’s no assigned seats, but since class started a few weeks ago, we gravitate to the same ones.
Welcome to psychology, little Ninja.
Her hair is up in a sloppy bun on top of her head. Thin dark strands fall around her flawless face. From the second she took off her helmet in the parking lot, she’s been the only thing on my mind the entire fucking day. She’s hot as fuck without riding a motorcycle, but the blacked-out Ninja between her legs is certainly a nice bonus.
Her blazer is draped over the back of her chair. She rolled the cuffs of her shirt just enough to see the tail of the inked dragon.A dragon.Any doubt I had about who she was this morning vanished the moment I saw her tattoo and her questions about submissions in the gym.
Her posture is tense as she doodles in her notebook and does her best to ignore everyone coming into class. But she’s notgetting off that easy with me. I haven’t decided what to do with her yet, but there’s time.
“This should be interesting,” I say, sliding into my seat behind her. Kade sits in the seat next to mine.
Without turning around, she lets out a frustrated breath.
“What’s got you jacked? I did tell you we would see you here.”
She turns around to glare at me. “You’ve got to be kidding.” The brisk movement sends a light breeze my way. It’s a mix of sweat from gym class and a light, sweet scent reminiscent of honey and whiskey. A few more strands of her hair fall to frame her scowl. Her heated blue eyes are striking and severe. A quick image crosses my mind, and the thought of her fighting in the ring has my dick twitching in my pants. Fuck, this girl has no idea what she’s doing to me. Without even trying, she’s managed to consume every damn one of my senses. The sleeves of her shirt ride up her forearms, exposing shaded cherry blossoms wrapping around the dragon.
“I assume you’re talking about the seating arrangements.” Almost on its own accord, my hand goes to tuck the loose strands behind her ear. My brain kicks into gear before I go too far, and I think about what I was getting ready to do. Thank fuck, I stopped myself.
“Aren’t you a genius?” she grumbles.
“Well, little Ninja, I hate to break it to you, but we were here first.” She can hardly argue with that.
Her back stiffens, probably because she knows I’m right. “By the way, my name is Kinsley.”
“I know your name. The whole damn campus knows your name. But no, I’m going to stick with little Ninja. It fits you.”
“It’s better than little girl,” she mumbles.
I scoff. “Maybe, maybe not.”
Over her shoulder, I follow the clean lines of her tattoo. The dragon is as delicate and graceful as it is menacing. I don’t think its personality is too far from the little Ninja herself.
I’ve got the next hour to torment her. I don’t have a reason to, except that she challenged me this morning and then again in the gym. And if there’s anything I hate more, it’s being challenged. I still can’t believe she beat my fucking time. Not that I’ll let her know, but it’s impressive as shit and only adds points to her already high tally card. How the hell she did that, I have no idea. No one has ever come close to my time except my boys, and then here comes this girl who does it on her first day.
That’s not the thing that fucks with my head, though. What pisses me off the most is that she doesn’t care. She’s not trying to impress anyone here, yet she keeps doing it with her don’t-give-a-shit attitude, an attitude that’s packaged up in a tight, hot ass.
Professor Hansley jumps right into today’s lecture. Ninja’s hand moves at a feverish pace over the page as she takes notes.
