Wicked Beat (Sinners on Tour #4)(76)

She let herself in the bedroom and closed the door in his face. She was totally going to leave him hanging. He just knew it. He sighed resolutely and went to sit at the dining table across from Jace, preparing for a horrible case of blue balls.

"You texting Aggie?" Eric asked and shifted uncomfortably on the bench.

Jace jumped as if he'd shot him. And the guy knew what that felt like from experience. Jace flushed and then tucked his cell phone under the table. "She misses me." He grinned.

Eric reached across the table and slugged him in the shoulder. "We should hang out over the break."

Jace grinned even more widely. "Yeah, sure." He glanced over his shoulder at the closed bedroom door. "Shouldn't you be in there?"

"I'm not sure. Maybe she wants me to burst in there, throw her on the bed, rip her clothes off, and fuck her. Or maybe she really does want me to obey her and wait out here until my balls explode."

They stared at each other in complete befuddlement. Trey hopped up to sit on the kitchen counter across from the dining table. He pulled his sucker out of his mouth. "What signals was she giving off?"

"Signals?" Was Trey speaking a foreign language? Eric had no idea what he was talking about.

"Yeah, signals. Women talk more with their bodies than their mouths."

"Damn. That's a whole lot of body yapping," Sed said with a wide grin.

"You don't listen to their bodies either. That's why it took you so long to understand Jessica," Trey said.

Sed scowled. "I listen to her body just fine."

"But only during sex," Brian interjected.

"How did she look at you? Like this?" Trey produced a come-hither look that made Eric decidedly uncomfortable.

"Uh …  no." Eric would have remembered Rebekah looking at him like that. He wanted to forever wipe the memory of Trey looking at him like that, however. It was bad enough that he'd kissed the guy one lust-fueled night.

"Then you better wait," Trey advised.

"Maybe I'm tired of waiting." He grabbed the edge of the table to heft himself to his feet. He paused when the bedroom door opened. Rebekah emerged in an outfit he'd never seen. His jaw dropped. 

Rebekah strode confidently in his direction. She wore her hair in a severe twist, the blond strands arranged to cover most of the blue. A pair of thick-rimmed glasses sat perched on the end of her nose. Her propriety stopped there. Her tweed suit could only be described as revealing. The jacket had elbow-length, tight sleeves and buttoned under her breasts, drawing attention to her cleavage, and the plain white blouse unbuttoned low enough to reveal the edge of her lacy, white bra. A couple inches of her midriff showed above her tiny skirt, which was so short he could see her garters and the skin of her thighs above her flesh-toned stockings. Her wide-heeled, three-inch shoes made her legs look hot as hell. Damn. Eric stared. He couldn't think well enough to do anything else. Not even the most basic things like breathing and blinking.

She stopped in front of him, her expression tight with displeasure, and touched the center of his chest with a ruler. "Mr. Sticks, I need to see you in my office." The ruler caught him under the chin, encouraging his eyes to settle on hers. "Now, Mr. Sticks."

She spun around and strode back to the bedroom. He got a flash of her bare ass before her flippy little skirt settled in place.

"Oh God," Trey said, slamming his head against the upper bank of kitchen cabinets. "I practically gave her to you."

Eric tripped over his feet as he raced after Rebekah. Heart hammering, he entered the bedroom and closed the door, leaning against it for support. She was pacing the room, his essay in one hand, the ruler in the other. Was she going to hit him with that ruler? God, he hoped so. He wished he could take his paper away and add that new fantasy to his list: spank me with ruler. His heart thudded harder and harder as he watched her read his essay, using the end of her ruler to keep her place as she paced back and forth near the foot of the bed. He couldn't read her expression. He'd written pretty kinky stuff on those pages. Did it freak her out?

"This, Mr. Sticks, is a monstrosity," she said.

Oh shit.

She read his words from the page. "I want your fingers up my ass while you suck my cock, rubbing some spot in there like that one time when Myrna sucked off Brian in the hotel bathroom."

Eric was simultaneously appalled and excited to hear her read it aloud.

"That is a run-on sentence, Eric. It will never do."

She was grading his sentence structure? Seriously?

"I've never seen a guy come so hard," she read. She shook her head. "Pathetic grammar."

"I never saw a guy come so hard?" he attempted to correct himself.