Page 43 of Devious Knight
There are only a handful of players and cheerleaders nearby milling about on the field, but they leave a few minutes later.
I just hope Mackenzie hurries. She has a way of getting caught up in every conversation. Mention a sale at Neiman Marcus or Nordstrom, or even that they have the latest line of designerwear available, and she’s all yours. She’ll be talking for hours and planning the first chance she can get to shop till she drops.
It’s okay sometimes and I understand her excitement because I love shopping, too. It’s just that I don’t want to be around here for longer than I have to.
The sound of a low wolf whistle cuts into my thoughts and I make the mistake of looking around.
My eyes meet Kade’s piercing blues and I can’t even pretend that I didn’t see him.
Damn it. I should have chosen a better place to wait. Or better yet, I should have left. After all, cheerleading practice is over and Mackenzie doesn’t need me anymore.
I only decided to hang around because we planned to have lunch in the city.
Now I’ve landed myself right in the path of my nemesis.
“There she is,” he taunts.
I keep my gaze fixed on him, hoping his friends don’t come out, too. I didn’t see Logan but that doesn’t mean he’s not here.
Still dressed in his uniform, Kade makes his way toward me with the ease and grace of a jungle cat. Sweat-drenched hair sticks to his face and that masculine scent of power and allure oozes from him.
I pray he’ll just keep going and walk past me like he’s done for the last three years. But he doesn’t. He stops right in front of me and scans my body from head to toe. A sign of how different things are between us.
A lazy smile inches across his lips and he cocks his head to the side, still perusing my body as if I’m a piece of fresh meat.
I stare back at him with that constant question in my mind—what did I do to you?
“I’m touched. Looks like the little doll decided to take my advice and stick around at Raventhorn.”
Little doll.
Lolita.
It’s all the same jab to me, and after what happened the other night I just want to get as far away from him as possible.
“What do you want?”
“Can’t I just come over and say hi?” He places his hand over his heart like some kind of patron saint.
“No. But you can leave me alone.”
“What’s this you’re wearing?”
He’s doing that thing again where he simply changes the subject. I noticed it the other night.
He reaches out and tries to touch the blazer and the scarf around my neck, but I swat his hand away. “You look like a Japanese schoolgirl.”
I don’t bother to tell him he’s right. My outfit came straight from Japan and it is inspired by the Japanese school uniform of pleated skirt, bow tie and shirt with the matching blazer.
“I can dress however I want.”
“Yeah, and get the boys all worked up because you’re playing dress-up.”
“No one is getting worked up. And I’m not playing dress-up.”
“Not so sure about that.”
“Why are you talking to me?” I harden my gaze and try to slow my breathing to mask the uneasy effect he has on me. “You don’t usually speak to me.”