“I can’t believe you blew up Raphael St. Tristan’s car,” Dani says, as we finish eating.
“And threw his trophies in the ocean.”
She throws back her head and laughs then. After a moment, I join in. It was pretty damn funny. Too bad I don’t think I’ll be laughing for very long.
11
I sleep with one eye open, still convinced that the pay back that Raph has waiting for me is going to be the mother of all pay backs. But a few days go by and nothing happens.
I’m exhausted as I step out of my room that morning to grab some breakfast before getting ready for class. I’ve barely made it two steps down the hallway when I hear giggling coming from across the hall. A girl? No, sounds like girls, plural.
I roll my eyes and eye Raph’s room in disgust, just as the double doors fling open. Raph walks out into the hall dressed in nothing but his black boxer shorts and I think my jaw hits the marble tiled floor.
He was wearing swimming shorts at the party a few nights ago, but I was too furious to see anything other than red. I do notice now though that this guy is seriously ripped. His abs and chest are so defined, that they could be carved from the marble floor that we’re standing on. He’s cut like a diamond—not a shred of fat on him. Combine that with his flawless golden skin, defined arms and the powerfully muscled thighs of a soccer player, and this guy is like sex on legs. I stamp down that thought because since when did I have such a dirty mind? Add to that the fact that I hate this guy.
I’m suddenly all too aware that, again, I’m only wearing a pair of barely there sleeping shorts and a grey vest. The way that those uncanny blue eyes rake over me, makes me want to run back into my room and grab a dressing robe. But I stay rooted to the spot.
“Not planning on sneaking out to blow up someone else’s car this morning, are you?” Raph asks, as he leans back against the doorframe of his room.
“No, not today. I think I’ll wait until you get a new car,” I retort, although I know I sound distracted. It’s not easy to stay focused when the sexiest guy I’ve ever seen in real life is standing practically naked in front of me.
He flashes me one of those impossibly beautiful smiles, as if he knows exactly where my mind is. In the gutter, that’s where.
I notice then that he’s got a dimple on each cheek and it only adds to his infuriating perfection.
“See something you like, Jaz?”
My gaze travels behind him to the not one, but two naked girls lying on his enormous silk sheeted bed. I suddenly feel sick. This guy is a total pig.
I purposefully rake my eyes over every square inch of his rock hard body before flashing him a frosty smile.
“Naah. There’s nothing here that I like.”
He smirks in response.
“Sure. Is that why you keep staring at my chest?”
“You’re disgusting—go back to your orgy, you pig.”
Those vivid blue eyes flash like twin flames.
“Jealous, Jaz? You know you’re always welcome to join.”
I gape at him in a mix of outrage and embarrassment, because I really can’t stop staring at him and it pisses me off. I notice that he has a row of tattoos along his left rib cage. It looks like a row of suns with their rays intricately woven together. No doubt a tribute to the element that this prick lords over. So really, just a tribute to himself. Typical. But the artist in me can’t help but admire the skillfully etched tattoos and the foolishness in me can’t deny that they look sexy as hell on him. Stop staring. I command myself.
“’I’d rather have all my teeth pulled out, then fed back to me.”
“Lying again, are we? There isn’t one girl on campus that wouldn’t drop their panties for me. All I need to do is look their way. You’re no exception.”
I think I throw up a little in my own mouth.
“I can see that confidence is clearly not an issue for you,” I reply. “But unfortunately for you, the only way you’ll ever get to see my panties is if you …” I trail off suggestively, because I think I’m going to enjoy shattering that odd fascination in his eyes.
“Kiss my ass first,” I finish sweetly.
His smile grows wider.
“I’d love to, Jaz, but only if you suck my dick after.”
“What?” I gasp. “What did you just say?” I gape at him in shock, not quite able to believe that he’d be so damn crude. But then again, this is Raph.
He quirks an eyebrow in response.
“Would you like me to say it again?” His voice is perfectly casual, as if he’s merely discussing the weather and not asking me to suck him off.
My face goes up in flames because I’m suddenly imagining doing just that and I’m mortified when my gaze drops down to the package bulging in his black boxer shorts. Holy shit, is it meant to look that big?
Stupid hormones. Before I can embarrass myself, I turn on my heel without another word, and stalk off down the hall, all too aware of those heated blue eyes glued to my ass as I take each step.
I sit in elements class later that morning feeling anxious. Magnus had warned me that I’d have to take this class, but I’d forgotten about it until now, too caught up in my ongoing feud with Raphael St. Tristan and the other Dynasty heirs.
“I don’t think they’ll call you up on the first day,” Dani whispers to me as we sit up on the bleachers with the rest of the class. Professor Roman is standing on the grassy field below, waiting for the last stragglers to take their seats.
Unlike the other classes, everyone in the senior year seems to be in this one class. From where we’re sitting, I can see Raph sitting on the first row with Baron and Lance to his left. I see Layla’s perfectly straight golden blonde head of hair to his right, with Ivy and Keller next to her. One perfectly manicured hand curls around his shoulder and I feel something twisting in my traitorous gut. He shakes her off after a second and I can see her flash him a hurt look.
“Looks like they’re on the outs again,” Dani comments, following my gaze.
I roll my eyes, because the last thing I need is to hear a running commentary on Raph and Layla’s ‘epic love story.’
“Makes sense—I mean I did see him walk out of his bedroom this morning with two naked girls in his bed. The guy is a pig.”
“Holy shit. Was that awkward? What did he say?” Dani asks.
Only because I think it’ll shock her even more, I say, “He asked me to suck his dick.”
Dani’s eyes go as wide as saucers, and she chokes on her next breath.
Thankfully, Professor Roman starts speaking then.
“Welcome to the first elements class of your senior year.
“We’ll start off today with the usual—opening duel between two Dynasty heirs.
“Raph and Baron, you’re up.”