Young Love Murder (6 page)

His arm is still around my waist as we’re walking down the hallway, which I allow. A few girls are glaring at me. Wow, those teen movies were right. Gabriel starts rubbing my hip with his thumb.
Someone’s a little too sure of himself
. I get a little thrill from it, but quickly block it out. The guy and his cousin may be handsome as hell, but so are a lot of other men. I’ve even met handsomer.

A blonde girl steps in front of us with her hands on her hips, sneering. “Are you fucking her too?”

I just stand there with a blank face, wanting to both laugh and slap her at the same time. Gabriel acts annoyed with her. “No. Now go away, Carmen.” This girl wasn’t in Gabriel’s file, but with all the girls that he’s dated, enough to fill a harem, it’s no surprise that one or two slipped notice.

“Good,” Carmen says and wraps her arms around Gabriel’s waist, laying her head against his chest. “I’ve missed you Gabe. Let’s ditch and go to your place.” His arm is still around my waist and I’m getting a creepy third wheel feeling.
Seriously didn’t think teenage girls really acted this way, but okay.
The girls here are in such dire need of guidance.

“Let’s not,” he says decidedly, in a cold tone, while unwrapping her arms from his waist. With two hands on her shoulders, he moves her body an arm’s length away. “I’ve gotta go, Carmen. How about I
not
see you later?” The girl looks murderously at me. Whatever, I could have a knife in her jugular before she even finished that homicidal thought. Putting his arm around my waist again, we continue walking. “Sorry about that.”
Do I detect a blush on those high cheekbones of his?

“About what?” I ask him with false confusion. 

“About that psycho, girl can’t take a hint. Sorry if it made you jealous,” he says apologetically, while shaking his head remorsefully. 

I laugh loudly enough for a few heads to turn our way. “Why would I be jealous?” 

He gives me a startled look, grumbling, “Never mind.” But dammit, he’s right. For some inexplicable reason, I actually
am
a little jealous. I look Gabriel over in my confusion. Sure he’s hot, but not the first of his kind that I’ve dealt with while on a job. Why is this particular guy inspiring ridiculous feelings in me that I’ve never felt before?  I must be reading it wrong. That or I forgot to bring my common sense with me on this job.

Gabriel

I’m starting to get really annoyed and do I detect discouragement on my part? Impossible! Usually girls are all over me by now and always jealous of other girls that I’ve, uh, associated with, but not Anna. Maybe she’s into Max. No, that can’t be right. They always choose me over Max, when I want them to that is. She is so fucking sexy, so hot in that outfit. Her legs are smooth and the golden skin gleams, like she applied a generous amount of lotion to them before school. I love when chicks do that. To prevent calluses from surfing and other sports, I try to keep my hands moisturized.
The better to touch you with, Anna.

She’s not as . . .
eager
as other girls. Guess I’ll just have to be more aggressive. “Do you want to hang out after school?”

She finally looks at me again. “Sorry, can’t.”

That’s it? Not even an explanation as to
why
she can’t? “Do you already have plans?” I ask, wondering if Max beat me to it. 

“Not really but what if I’m tired or something? Better leave it free in case I want to take a nap,” she says as if it makes total sense.

She’s freakin’ kidding, right?
Is she for real or just fucking with me? First, she smiles and winks at me in the club on Friday. Then she disappears while I’m trying to woo her at the bar. Then today, she doesn’t remember me in the parking lot this morning, but smiles and winks again at me before first period. She isn’t even jealous of another girl and now she’s basically telling me that a nap sounds like more fun than hanging out with me. A nap that she may not even end up taking!

In class, I show her to a seat next to my usual one. The psych teacher asks her to come up and introduce herself, and conveniently enlighten me in the process. I learn that she just moved from Hong Kong, but has lived in other cities. She sits back down, but she doesn’t even look at me or talk to me. Halfway through class, a note lands on my desk. In growing excitement, I unfold it, reading the slanted, feminine script. 

Thanks for the drink on Friday night
. 

My head whips up to meet her gaze. She gives me a mischievous smile and winks.

She
has
been fucking with me this entire time! I should be mad, but instead I’m incredibly turned on. I have to make this girl mine for a while. No one’s gonna get in my way, not even Max. Thinking on the matter for the rest of the period, I fail to take notes. Maybe I’ll ask her to borrow hers. A glance in her direction shows that she isn’t bothering to write down any of what the teacher’s saying either. The bell rings and she leaves class without waiting for me, causing me to lose her in the crowded hall. When I get to my next class, she’s already sitting in the back.

Taking a seat next to her, I turn in the chair to face her. “Did you have any trouble finding it?”

“No, I knew where all my classes were before I came to school today,” she states nonchalantly. “I had a tour, of sorts, over the weekend.” Her secret smile makes me wonder at her thoughts.

She’s rubbing a finger over the material of her skirt. I watch the back and forth motion, while speaking. “Then why did you let both me and Max think that you didn’t?”

“Well, you guys were just too cute wanting to help me. I didn’t want to disappoint you.”
What a brat.

“Are you really planning on taking a nap after school?” I ask, realizing that she likes to mess with people, so maybe I should question the words that come from that taunting mouth.

She laughs and the sound of it has me wanting to hear it again. “I haven’t taken a nap since I was a child.” She makes a sour face. “Nannies suck.”

“I wouldn’t know,” I say, shrugging. My mom was pretty hands-on, except for an occasional babysitter. “So were you, in truth, jealous of Carmen?” Jealously would mean she likes me, girls tend to be territorial.
Please be jealous.

She pats my face condescendingly. “No, but if you want me to, I’ll pretend that I was.”

“You and I are hanging out after school,” I inform her, deciding a more aggressive approach would definitely be easier.

“I don’t know,” she says slowly. With a smirk and a wicked glint in her gold-flecked eyes, she continues, “Max wanted to talk to me alone. Maybe you should give me his cell number so I can text him and see if he wanted to ask me to hang out after school.”
The brat. 

“Max is gay,” I tell her in a consoling tone, faking a grimace.

She laughs again, but it’s drowned out by the bell. “You’re lying.”

The teacher is writing some terms on the board, with her back to the class. I know we only have a minute or two until she’ll take roll and demand our attention. “Yes, I am. But, it doesn’t matter what Max wanted, because you’re hanging out with me.” I’m pretty confident at this point that I’ll be getting my way. Her skin looks so soft that I can practically hear it calling out to me,
‘Touch me, Gabriel!’
 

“We’ll see,” is all she noncommittally says.
Yes, we will.

After our last class, I walk her to her car in the parking lot. Trying to hold her hand, she laughs and disengages, giving me a playful, chiding look. Hey, a guy’s gotta try. “So, what would you like to do? Go to a movie?” Dark is good, privacy is really good.

She gives me a devious look. “How about this, if you can keep up with me, then we’ll hang out.” As she gets behind the wheel of her car, I’m confused until she clarifies, “You better hurry up and get into your car. Mine is pretty fast.”

At that, I’m sprinting over to my car and starting the engine in five seconds flat. She’s already pulling out of the parking lot. I speed after her and catch up down the street at a red light. My phone starts playing “I Ain’t Mad At Cha” by 2Pac. Answering it distractedly, I bark out, “What’s up, Cuz?”

“Where the hell are you?” Max asks suspiciously 

“I’m speeding down the street, away from school,” I tell him, not wanting to clarify further.

“Why?” Damn, he’s gonna be pissed.

“To keep up with the hot chick in the yellow Lamborghini in front of me, of course,” I answer in a ‘duh’ tone.

“Fucker! I’m going to shoot you in your sleep, Gabriel!” he yells. Uh-oh, angry Max is rearing his ugly head. I refrain from laughing into the phone, not taking Max’s threat seriously.

Then I fail and laugh anyway. “No you’re not. You’re going to forgive me like you always do, because I’m your favorite cousin.”

“You’re my
only
cousin and not this time, Gabriel. You know I want her and not just for a quick screw like you.” His vehemence is touching, but I’ve heard it before. 

“I’m offended.” I pretend to be offended. “A
long
screw is what I’m after. Anyways, gotta go. It’s not safe to drive and talk on the phone at the same time.”  Hanging up and shutting off my phone, I wonder if Anna is actually trying to lose me in the traffic. Either that or she’s insane. I am so turned on right now.

After barely managing to keep up with her, she pulls into the parking lot of the The Setai hotel. I park my red Ferrari in the space next to her and quickly get out and open her door for her. Realizing that I’m acting too eager,
like Carmen
, I slow my pace. “Were you trying to ditch me?”

She smiles secretively. “Maybe.”

“What are we doing here? Do you want to get a room?”

She rolls her eyes. “I already have one. I live here until my parents buy a place.”

“Do I get a reward for keeping up?” I ask, zeroing in on her full lips. 

“Yes, you get the pleasure of my company for the next couple hours.” With that, she wanders away from me, clicking the alarm on her car after I slam the door shut.

Chapter 4

Annabelle

“So, this is your city, what do you wanna do?” An image of a seventeen year old boy’s favorite activity and us engaging in it flashes through my mind.
Naughty Annabelle.

“Who needs to go anywhere when we have a perfectly good hotel room upstairs?”
Naughty Gabriel.
Not that my experience with older men has taught me that they’re any different. Just add age, money and power to the equation and you get the type of man I usually deal with. Briefly, I wonder how Gabriel will turn out. Like his father? Will someone like me kill him one day? The thought makes me sad but I brush it off as not my problem.

Leaning close to him, I can smell the spicy scent of his cologne. “How about we go for a walk on the beach instead?” Reading his intentions, I pull away before he can close the distance with his lips and start walking around the hotel to the beach. 

The sound of his boots hitting the asphalt signals his closeness. “Don’t you want to go upstairs to change first?” He clears his throat. “Change into a bikini?” Jesus, I can feel his eyes on my ass. Adding a little extra sway to my hips for the fun of it, I get the reaction I’m looking for when I hear Gabriel’s tortured groan.

“Nah.” I keep strolling along. He’s walking parallel to me when we reach the sand. I grip the back strap on one shoe and tug it off. The other one drops into the sand next to it. Gabriel chooses to leave his boots on. I meet his eyes to see him watching me intently.

We’re walking in silence for a full minute, with the cool sand beneath my feet and the ocean breeze playing gently with my loose hair, before Gabriel speaks, “So, who was the guy at the club? Your boyfriend?”

Yep, all men are the same. “Max was asking about him too.”