“And why is that, sir?”
He sighs and runs his hands through his hair. For someone who wants me out as badly as he does, he’s sure making a great show of looking unhappy about the conversation. “Because, Abigail, you just don’t have wait it takes to make it.”
“You mean a rich family?” It’s a bold statement, and not one that he was expecting. His eyes widen for just a moment, but long enough for me to know that I’m right.
“That’s not what I mean.” He frowns and collects his thoughts, leaning back on his desk a little. “Abigail, you seem like a nice girl. But the students who are going to be able to really make something of themselves have been studying and working hard for their entire lives. Just because you can put paintbrush to paper and create something that isn’t terrible doesn’t mean that you have what it takes to succeed.”
I know what he’s doing.
He’s trying to talk me into leaving so that he won’t get in trouble with Quinn’s family, but I’m not going to let him get away with this. I could make this easy for him, but I won’t.
“I’ll take that into consideration. Are we done?”
His eyes narrow at me for just a moment, like he’s trying to decide if I’m serious or not, but he finally nods and I turn on my heel to walk out.
Slamming into the door, I throw it open and stomp out into the hall. “How could he? What the hell does he think – that I’m just going to roll over and give up? That’s not who I am, and the people at this stupid school need to learn it.” I’m muttering to myself as I storm down the hall, and I don’t look up when I turn the corner.
That’s why I run straight into Quinn.
He grabs my shoulders and pulls me to him so that I can’t immediately yank back. As soon as I realize who it is, I try to pull away, but he has me snugged close to his body.
“You losing your mind, Abigail? I hear you talking to yourself coming down the hall.” There’s laughter in his voice and I hate him for it.
“Let me go, asshole.” Pulling back, I finally yank away from him so that we’re standing a few feet apart. I haven’t been this close to Quinn in a while, and my body knows it.
Immediately, there’s a throbbing between my legs. I bite my lower lip and try to ignore it, but my body is a traitor. He’s hot. He just had his hands on me. And I’d be remiss if I didn’t think about what it felt like to have his thumb brush over my nipple that night in the woods.
“You do realize that one of these days I want to collect on our little bet, right, Abigail?” He walks towards me and I back up, not paying attention to the fact that the wall is right behind me. Before I can get away from him, my back is pressed up against it.
He leans forward, pressing his body into mine. I can’t help but think about what it was like in the woods when I was so exposed to him and the way he touched me like he could take all of the time in the world.
We’re alone again, and my body can’t help but remember what it felt like to be almost naked with him. I’d wanted Quinn back then and right now I want him just as badly.
“What if I don’t want you to collect on the bet?” I’m taunting him, and taunting Quinn is only going to get me so far. I know that it will put me even more firmly in his crosshairs, but right now I don’t care. I need to make him mad so that he’ll back off and get away from me.
“Oh, I know that you do. You’re blushing, Abigail. You’re breathing a little faster and shallower than you were before. Did you know that your pupils dilate just a little when you look at me?” His hips are pinning me in place and he reaches up, gently stroking my cheek before dropping his hand down to my arm. “Remember the other night in the woods?”
I want to squirm away from him. I hate how he seems to read my mind.
When I don’t answer, he squeezes my arm a little. “Do you remember? Because I can’t get the thought of your perfect little tits out of my mind, Abigail.” His hand slides along my side, caressing my breast. Immediately I feel my nipple spring to attention.
I hope he doesn’t notice, but of course he does.
“See, Abigail, you can pretend as much as you want that you don’t want me, but your body is telling me something different.” Without breaking eye contact with me, he reaches over and rubs my nipple through my shirt.
A soft moan escapes my mouth, and he reaches up, clamping his hand over my lips. “Shh, honey, don’t make a sound.”
Gently he parts my legs with his knee, forcing them farther and farther apart. I have on a borrowed skirt from Natalie and it rides up as he makes me open my legs. Quinn’s hand is still pressed against my mouth. I part my lips a little more at the pressure and he slips a finger in, brushing it against my teeth.
Immediately I suck it, even as part of my mind is screaming at me to stop. His eyes grow wide and he starts to breath faster as I suck his finger, swirling my tongue around it.
Quinn reaches down and grabs my thigh, his fingers burning hot against my skin. At the same time he leans forward to whisper in my ear. His breath is hot on my cheek and I shiver. “I thought that you didn’t want to
