Molly slapped my chest a few times, trying to get me to budge. It was like someone throwing bread rolls at my torso. I dodged her girly jabs and captured her wrists.
“Play nice,” I crooned as she tried to pull free again. “Instead of yanking the tiger's tail, you could try buttering me up for a change.”
“And how the hell could I do that?” My miffed little vixen huffed. She was such a narky little package.
Glancing down at her breasts. My lips curled into a wolfish smile as I suggested, “You could flash me?”
Her snort of disgust shifted my gaze back. Molly tilted her head and peered over my shoulder. “In front of a hallway of students. Are youkiddingme?”
She pulled on her captured wrists. “Does that mean you’d do it if we were alone?” I said with a grin. Seeing Molly’s naked tits would keep me going for months.
“No, it doesn’t.”
I released her wrists, and she rubbed them like people did when handcuffs were removed. And of course, I knew all about that.
“Spoilsport.”
“You’re a pig for even suggesting that.”
I shrugged. “It was worth a try. I’ve pretty much seen the goods anyway,” I pointed out. Referring to that day in the guy’s locker room.
Dropping her hands to her sides, she changed the subject, which was probably safer. Thoughts of Molly’s tits was just too damn distracting. “Why are you harassing me? If you can’t stand the sight of me, surely that’s counterproductive,” she complained, blatantly nervous now that I had her trapped. I was so close that her chin was almost pressed against my chest—almost. Her jaw was raised to allow her to retain eye contact. Molly was such a tiny thing, and the thought that I would dwarf her in bed and out of it thrilled me.
Tilting my head, I gave her a considered look. “I never said I can’t stand the sight of you. Quite the opposite and I’m having way too much fun harassing you,” I explained truthfully.
Can’t stand the sight of her? Where hadthatbullshit come? Molly Miller was someone I wanted to feast my eyes upon twenty-four seven. Just like I did in my dreams, although they were so much hotter than merely trapping her against the lockers. Maybe I needed to up my game and turn them into reality.
As I flexed my shoulders, Molly pressed against my chest with the flat of one hand.
“Hey. You know it’s rude to shove?” I said firmly.
“But pinning me against the lockers is fine?” Molly snarked.
I sighed as she dropped her arm. Molly Miller did as she was told, and I more than liked that. The girl was gently bred and would be the perfect girlfriend for a man like me.
When it came to any type of relationship, I ruled the roost. Even my brothers toed the line in that respect. Well, apart from Phoenix, who occasionally went against my wishes. The only reason being that the fucker could flatten me with one punch if he wanted to. When I lost my shit, Nix was the only one who could bring me down and yes, he occasionally had to do that with brute force.
My mind bounced back to my earlier thoughts, Girlfriend? Where hadthatcome from?
“Please, will you give me some space?” Molly whispered gruffly, glancing around my body towards the spectators at the lockers,pretendingnot to watch the scene. “I realize you have your adoring fan club, but I’m not a member, Hudson. So back off.”
I didn’t bother fighting my annoyance at her words as I got in her face. “Not happening. I said I needed to talk to you, and I’d meet you after last period, and you attempted to dodge me. That’s not how this is going to work.”
“Oh really? You’re not the boss of me, Hudson.”
“I’m the boss of everyone, baby, get used to it.”
“Thank you, but I think I’ll pass,” she huffed.
My eyes narrowed dangerously. Most kids at school would have shit their pants by now but not my Molly. She just glared at me with a renewed fire in her eyes.
“I mean it, English. You don’t want to see my pissed off side. That’s some scary shit.”
Molly’s spine stiffened as she lowered her chin and stared straight ahead. “Say what you have to say. And then leave me alone.”
“I don’t think so. Youoweme, remember?” The way her brows pinched at my words was so adorable. Molly thought she could swat me away like an annoying fly. Not. Going. To. Happen. Sweetheart.
“You’re the one who spread gossip about me. Why the hell would I owe you? If anything,youowe me.”
