Page 28 of White Hot Kiss
“Yeah, you know. Losing that pesky thing called virginity.”
Fire swept over my skin. I pivoted around, heading toward the gym doors. Wasn’t like I didn’t know what deflowered meant. I just couldn’t believe he’d actually used that word in the twenty-first century.
Or that I was even having a conversation about virginity with him.
Roth caught my arm. “Hey. That’s a compliment. Trust me. He’s on the fast track to Hell anyway. Just like his daddy.”
“Good to know,” I managed to respond coolly, “but would you please let go of my arm? I have to get to class.”
“I’ve got a better idea.” Roth leaned in. Dark locks of hair fell into those golden eyes. “You and I are going to have some fun.”
My teeth hurt from how hard I was grinding them. “Not in this lifetime, buddy.”
He looked offended. “What do you think I’m suggesting? I wasn’t planning on getting you drunk and having my way with you in the back of a Beamer like Gareth is. Then again, I guess it could be worse. He could be planning it in the back of a Kia.”
I blinked. “What?”
Roth shrugged, dropping my arm. “Some girl named Eva has him convinced that you put out after one beer.”
“What?” My voice was as shrill as the ringing tardy bell.
“I personally don’t believe it,” he went on blithely, “and I have a Porsche. Not as much leg room as a Beamer, but so much hotter, I’m told.”
Porsches were hot, but that wasn’t the point. “That bitch told him I put out after one beer?”
“Meow.” Roth clawed the air, which looked as ridiculous as it sounded. “Anyway, this is not the fun I had in mind.”
I was still stuck on the whole “putting out” thing. “She told another girl I was a freaking servant. I guess I’m a servant who puts out. Oh! And I guess I’m a lightweight, too. I’m gonna kill—”
Roth snapped his fingers in my face. “Focus. Forget about Eva and one-minute boy. We have something we need to do.”
“Don’t snap your fingers at me,” I snarled. “I’m not a dog.”
“No.” He smiled a little. “You’re a half demon who lives with a bunch of stone freaks that kill demons.”
“You’re the freak, and I’m late for class.” I started to turn from him, but remembered last night. “Oh. And keep your stupid snake on a leash.”
“Bambi comes and goes as she pleases. I can’t help it if she likes hanging out in your tree house.”
My hands curled into fists. “Don’t come near my house again. The Wardens will kill you.”
Roth tipped his head back, laughing deeply. It was a nice laugh, dark and throaty—which made it all the more infuriating. “Oh, there’d be killing, but I wouldn’t be the one doing the dying.”
I swallowed. “Are you threatening my family?”
“No.” He caught my hand this time, easing my fingers out of their fist and then twining them through his own. “Anyway, you can’t tell me you haven’t smelled the funk that is this high school right now.”
Clamping my mouth shut, I glared at him. “What? It’s just the sewer or...”
He looked at me like I was about three different kinds of stupid, and my initial suspicions concerning the smell resurfaced. “It can’t be...”
“Oh, it is. There’s a zombie in the school.” A brow arched. “Sounds like the start of a really bad horror movie.”
I ignored the last statement. “That can’t be it. How would one get in here without being seen?”
Roth shrugged. “Who knows? Anything is possible these days. My demon spidey senses are telling me it’s in one of the boiler rooms downstairs. And since your Warden friends are probably sleeping, I figured we’d check it out before it makes its way upstairs and starts eating students.”
I dug in my heels as he started forward. “I’m not checking anything out with you.”