Unleashed (A Bad Boy Stepbrother Romance) (5 page)

But Cassie. Now
there’s
something interesting.
There’s
something different.

She grimaced every time I swore in class. She groaned every time I called our teacher by her first name, Melissa, who would let me off the hook for turning up late no matter how many times I did so.

Cassie had conniptions. She rolled her eyes every time Melissa leaned over the table and pushed her breasts together just as I walked into the room.

“You’re late, Chance,” our class teacher would say, a distinct smoothness to her voice. Her glasses would be down low on her nose, and we’d always exchange a grin.

God, Melissa Hatcher was a riot. She’d have been good fun, too, if my eyes weren’t set on somebody else.

I don’t blame Cassie for not liking it. This was a teacher being
very
inappropriate.

Wouldn’t be the first time that’s happened around me.

By chance, Cassie flicks her head over her shoulder, and her eyes meet mine. Maybe people got a sixth sense like that, to tell when someone’s watching them.

Our eyes lock for a second, and then she looks away. I feel a tingle of residual energy. I feel… more alive. My throat is tighter. My pants are tighter.

She feels something, too. Her gait has changed. Her body language has changed.

I do things to her that she doesn’t like, or maybe she just doesn’t understand.

I can see it all the way from over here.

She sits down at the bus stop, and at the last moment turns her head. Her eyes are pulled back to mine like a magnet.

I smirk at her, but she just folds her arms and looks cross.