Nodding her head, she picks her bag back up and continues further into the gym, breezing right past me.
What. The. Actual. Fuck.
I’m still standing here like a fucking idiot trying to play catch up to what just happened. Obviously I only let her past because of her shift in emotions, it just caught me off guard a little. Internally I’m slapping my face and pulling myself out of whatever funk this is.
When I finally remember what I dragged her in here for, I see her at the punching bag beside the sparring ring in the center. In the time it’s taken me to gather myself she’s already taped up and hitting the shit out of the thing.
That’s where all the emotion went, pent up inside and now she’s throwing it all into the bag. This is my usual M.O. To be honest I was down here doing the exact same thing before she arrived, and she’s to blame.
Me and the guys constantly come here to destress, seeing as the only other person in Ace was Wren, who wouldn’t be seen dead in here unless it was a requirement, so we always had the place to ourselves.
I refuse to give her the space she wants right now though, its principle. She needs to understand how it works around here and I do not have enough information on her to be comfortable.
I make my way over, slowly, letting her know I’m the predator and she’s the fucking prey.
She’s working herself up something crazy right now and the fire in her eyes is hot as sin. She’s got me like a moth to a flame and all I want is to feel her burn. The sweat dripping down her chest encourages me to take my time looking over every inch of her body.
In just a sports bra and tight shorts, I can see her usual clothes are hiding a perfect body. Man, all curves of a woman but trim and in shape at the same time. She’s not all big tits and ass with a skinny waist like all the girls are trying to achieve. Princess is completely in proportion from head to toe.
Noticing a tattoo on her arm, my mind wanders to what else she might be hiding. Making my way back up to her face, I fucking stall.
Please dear god, those are not nipple piercings.
Holy shit, they are. This girl is a wet dream.
I’m trying to not pay too much attention, but I can definitely see that one is a ring and the other is a barbell. I’ve completely lost track of what I stormed over here for, and my dick is rising to the girl in front of me.
I need to get control back. I take a few deep breaths to try and calm myself down. What the fuck is happening, she’s playing with my head.
Fuck this, I’m more than what my dick wants. Although I feel like I’ve never had to work this hard to get it under control before. I storm the rest of the way to the punching bag and hold it still, halting her flow. The storm in her eyes when she looks at me is lethal, but I don’t back down.
“Where the hell have you come from?” I demand.
“What the fuck do you want now?” she growls.
She doesn’t back down from the aggressive tone I’m using, if anything it makes her stand taller.
She’s panting from her workout, but my dick is not taking it that way.
“Why are you suddenly showing up, out of the blue, at Featherstone Academy?” I push the harshness into my voice.
“What has that got to do with you?” she growls.
“Everything, it has everything to do with me, and the fact that you have to ask that, shows how little you know about what you’ve walked into here.”
“It’s none of your fucking business unless I want it to be your fucking business. No ego or hierarchy is gonna tell me otherwise, now back off.”
With that she makes to walk past me, but I grab her arm and spin her to face me.
“Listen here little girl, I’ll find out what I want to know but you need to fall in line if you expect to live past your first day here,” I growl.
I refuse to tell her I know she’s a fucking con artist, because there is no way this is the actual Luna Steele. Not after what happened all those years ago.
The look in her eyes tells me she knows I want her anger and fire but refuses to rise to my challenge.
She places her hand gently on my pec, over my heritage ink, and the electricity I feel has me barely holding in a hiss. She leans in close, her lips near to mine.
“No man will ever tell me what I can or cannot do. Proceed to come at me, I don’t give a shit, but you don’t know me like I don’t know you, and a threat against my life will not end in your favor,” she whispers, but it's not a secret it’s a goddamn fact.
With that she pushes against my chest, grabs her bag and saunters out of here like she doesn’t have a care in the world. I don’t know what’s just happened, but I do know I didn’t win.
The real loser here is my dick, it’s hard as steel after that little performance.
CHAPTER NINE
(Luna)
What an asshole.
I don’t know who that guy thought he was, but I sure as shit won’t be falling in line. Why are the hot ones always jerks? I wasn’t sticking around, the argument wouldn’t have led anywhere. We’d have just been going round
