Page 95 of Never His Girl
As much as I respect Dr. Pryor, and while I don’t blame her for whatever assumptions she’s made, I don’t feel guilty or silly for forgiving West. We went through some shit, made itoutof some shit, now people can love it or hate it.
“Guess there isn’t much point in asking whether you’ve come up with anything useful for me,” she says dryly.
I offer a tight smile when I shrug. “Nope. Nothing to report.”
She’s eyeing me really hard, like I imagine my mother would’ve if she actually cared.
Dr. Pryor leans back in her seat, crossing her legs while staring at me. “Then, I guess you’re free to go.”
I brace the arms of my seat and push off of them to stand. It isn’t until I get to the door that she speaks up again.
“Ms. Riley. I hope you know what you’re doing,” she warns. “You being on probation hasn’t just vanished into thin air. You’re still being watched. They’re still waiting for you to slip up. If there’s something you could tell me to clear your name, the window for me to consider you an innocent party in all this is quickly coming to a close.”
My heart leaps when she says that, knowing I’m definitely keeping quiet to protect West, but ultimately Parker’s being shielded from the consequences, too. Which she doesn’t deserve.
Still, I hold my tongue. For West.
“I understand,” I answer.
Her gaze lingers on me a moment longer before she finally nods. “Then you enjoy the rest of your morning.”
This time, I make a quicker exit than before. So she can’t stop me and nearly guilt me into telling the truth about Parker’s involvement.
The bell already rang, which means I’ve missed West, and he probably grilled Lexi about where I was. She promised she’d let him know I got called down to Pryor’s office, but not without first saying how weird it is that West and I are no longer at each other’s throats. She isn’t wrong, but the idea of it will eventually grow on her.
I’m maybe a few yards from Pryor’s office when I pass a classroom Ithinkis empty. It isn’t until I’m snatched inside by my wrist that I realize that isn’t true. The small yelp that leaves my mouth is in vain, because one look at who’s snatched me up reveals I’m not in any danger.
“What are you doing in here?”
“Waiting for you. Rodriguez said you’d be around here,” West answers as my heart races.
I peer up at him. “Anyone ever told you what a damn stalker you are?”
He shrugs and flashes a half-grin down at me. “This hot chick I’m fucking says that shit all the time.”
I shove his chest for being so vulgar, but he knows I like it.
“What’d Pryor want?” he asks casually, bringing me to him by my waist.
“She just wondered if I found out anything else about the video.”
“That’s what I figured.”
He doesn’t bother asking if I said more than I should’ve, because he knows better than to even think it. His large hands slip down my waist, snaking around until he’s gripping my ass. His touch is never tender. It’s rough and I love it. Still, I can’t help but wonder what would happen if a teacher catches us.
“We shouldn’t be in here,” I point out, despite not wanting him to let go.
“Then let’s leave,” he says with a shrug, almost challenging me to simply walk away from him. When I don’t move right away, he further calls my bluff by craning his neck just enough to place a kiss beneath my jaw.
“We should stop,” I protest again, knowing my tone doesn’t match these words.
“You’re one-hundred percent right.”
Half a second after he gets those words out, I take his face into both hands and bring his lips to mine. Keeping him close, I force him against the wall. Only, I’m not nearly as gentle as I mean to be, which becomes evident when his back slams the cabinets behind him.
“What the fuck?” he asks with a deep, sexy laugh, but then captures my lips again before I can even apologize.
This is neither the time nor the place. Just on the other side of this wall, Dr. Pryor is likely sitting at her desk, pissed about whatever she thinks I’m hiding. And here West and I are, going at it hot and heavy, like we have the whole building to ourselves.