Until then, though, I was going to take this agreement to the next level. I had the perk of knowing how my body worked. I knew every inch of my body and how to use that to my advantage.
When I’d told him that I wasn’t going to wear panties, I hadn’t been lying. At least, I wouldn’t be when I was in class. I was going to wear them right until I had to walk into his classroom. Sure, it would be a little…breezy. And kind of yucky. But I’d realized something as I’d lain in bed last night.
I had the power to say no.
I could push him to brink of frustration then refuse him.
Maybe that was my biggest trump card. That I could tease him so badly over and over. I could essentially never allow the man to fuck me again with the power I wielded.
I was torn over that. On one hand, that was perfect. On the other…I’d woken up three times squirming last night. It was as though our conversation yesterday about his wife had opened the floodgates, and now, I was struggling with how much I wanted him.
It had been dream after dream all night. The wall. A desk. Backseat of a car. Apparently, dream Darcy really wasn’t fussy how or where she got screwed, just as long as she did. Dream Darcy owned her sexuality. I liked her.
Now, real Darcy had to do the same thing. I had to step up to the challenge, even if it meant putting the thoughts of revenge out of my mind for a little while. The best revenge I could get was by using what I was good at—my body.
What else I needed to do was keep the knowledge that we had more in common than just desire out of my head. The loss we shared had softened me toward him slightly… It made me want to know more.
I didn’t want to think he was like me. I didn’t want to think that the reason he was such an asshole was because he was too afraid to hurt again. I wanted to carry on believing he was an asshole simply because he was an asshole.
Therein lay my biggest problem.
I wasn’t sure he was that much of an asshole.
“Who took the last vanilla coffee pod?” Jenna stormed into the front room, waving the empty box around.
Lou barely looked up from her laptop. “You did. Right after the bottle of wine last night.”
“Aw shit,” Jenna muttered, throwing the box on the floor.
“Pick the box up,” I told her. “You’re not four.”
“Geez. Yes, Mom,” she snapped. “Now what I am going to do?”
“Wait ten minutes and get a cup from Starbucks before class?”
She paused. “Actually, that isn’t a bad idea. You’re going in, right?”
“Yes, and no, I won’t drive you. You can drive yourself.”
“Bitch.”
I grinned. If only she knew.
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Dear Professor, class is fun when you’re…frustrated. Xoxo, Darcy.
I met Jenna outside Starbucks, and we walked in together. She practically ran to the counter to order her beloved vanilla coffee, leaving me laughing at her as I followed at a much more leisurely pace. When I reached the counter, I ordered a double espresso shot and joined Jenna at the end to collect our coffees.
“Double espresso? You slept badly again?”
I shrugged. “Kept waking up. I’m not sure what’s up with me.”
“Do you have all of your letters yet? You never said if Keaton gave you it.”
“No. I don’t have it yet. He said he wants to wait until he has a better idea of my average grade.” It was a smooth lie and one that was easily believable. “It’s really annoying, but hey. I can’t force it out of him.”
She frowned. “Don’t you have to send them soon? Won’t it affect it if you don’t have one?”
“Usually, no. But, because it’s him, I don’t know. Honestly, I don’t want to find out.”
“He’s an asshole. Thank you,” she said to the barista. “Seriously, Darce. That isn’t a reason to withhold a letter. You get A’s all the time.”
“I know. He’s a total asshole, but like I said, I can’t force it out of him.” I shrugged again and took my coffee. “Thank you. Hey, Jen, I need to run to the bathroom. Hold this.”
She rolled her eyes but took it as I headed toward the restrooms. The heavy door creaked as I opened it and walked into the empty bathroom. I took the nearest stall and locked the door behind me. Then I did my business.
As soon as I opened the stall door, I screamed.
Jordan covered my mouth with his hand and pushed me back in. He came in with me then shut the door behind him. The sound of the lock clicking echoed through the air, and I narrowed my eyes at him, grabbing his hand.
“The hell?” I hissed, pulling his hand away from my mouth.