“Hello,” she greets me in a thick accent. “Can I help you?”
“Hi, is Maverick home?” I tap my foot, too agitated to keep still.
“He’s not available.”
I grind my teeth, losing patience fast. “Would you mind checking at least?”
She nervously glances over her shoulder. “He asked not to be disturbed.”
“It’s important,” I grit out. “I need five minutes, tops.”
“I’m sorry,” she says regretfully. “Come back later.”
“I’m not going anywhere until I talk to Maverick.”
I force my way into the foyer and dash up the stairs. The woman follows behind me, begging me to stop. I barge into the first bedroom, no Maverick. Second one, still no sign of my nemesis. The third, and bingo. I find the devil incarnate lying in bed.
The woman latches on to my arm. “Por favor, you must go,” she says breathlessly, trying to pull me out of the room.
“It’s fine, Maria,” Maverick says, rubbing his drowsy eyes. “You can go.”
The door closes with a definitive click. Now that I’m here, my mind is drawing a blank. Maverick swings his legs over the side of the bed. The sheet falls to his waist, exposing his smooth muscular chest. Thick veins bulge along his ripped arms, and those abs must be made of steel. Sleep-ruffled hair triples his appeal. He’s sexiness personified.
Focus, Cocoa!
So what, he has a hot body… he’s still a miscreant.
“Why didn’t you come to school?”
“No reason.” He shrugs.
“You selfish prick,” I snarl, outrage unfurling in my belly. “Mr. Barnes gave us until tomorrow to do our presentation, so—”
“You’re either brave or incredibly stupid to come here.”
My anger clouded my common sense. I’m in his bedroom, for God’s sake, and I highly doubt Maria will come to my rescue if I call out for help. I’m at his mercy.
“I’m not afraid of you,” I lie through my teeth.
“Yeah, you are,” he states matter-of-factly. “I’m adept at recognizing fear. Right now, you’re in fight-or-flight mode. Stay and I’ll gain the upper hand in seconds. I can do whatever I want to you”—his gaze slowly moves to the juncture of my thighs—“and you’d be powerless to stop me. Yet, running equals weakness, and that’s a shortcoming you’re too stubborn to show, even if it means self-preservation. It’s your downfall.”
He stands, revealing his glorious nudity. I inhale a sharp breath. My gaze zeros in on his defined V-line, then roams lower to his well-endowed cock. It curves to the right, a trait I didn’t notice during our scuffle at school a couple weeks ago. My nether region pulsates, betraying me, as usual.
“Like what you see?” He smirks, amusement in his tone. “You’re welcome to touch it.”
My face heats in embarrassment. “You better be in physics tomorrow at eight sharp.”
I turn, intent on making a dignified exit after being caught gawking at his dangling bits.
Maverick lunges at me and seizes my curly tresses in a painful hold. “Did you really think it’d be that easy?”
