Free Pointe of Breaking by Amy Daws, Sarah J. Pepper Page B

furrowing her brow.
    I blinked, suddenly realizing what I had just said. “Yeah, same thing.”
    I pulled away from her, annoyed at myself for not thinking straight. This girl was way too distracting. Use your fucking head, Richards! I almost revealed something that I’d been sworn into secrecy since freshmen year. I couldn’t get into this. Not now. Not ever.
    She eyed me curiously. “Why do I get the impression you’re hiding something from me, Leo?” she asked, crossing her sculpted arms across her chest.
    A charged energy fired off beneath my skin and I shook my head nervously. I really needed to bolt. “Look, can I just get my helmet? I have somewhere to be.”
    Her expression fell for a fraction of a second and then she straightened her already perfect posture and nodded stoically. “That’s definitely for the best.”
    I scoffed, annoyed at her response and this situation. I was being such an ass right now. She continued to stare at me for another moment, obviously trying to read my mind. Damn this girl was under my skin. Two seconds ago I just wanted her under me and now I’m trying to leave? What is wrong with me! This was not how I saw my morning going down at all.
    She turned and began ascending the steps, and I did everything I could not to check out her bare legs under that short skirt. Fuck, why did every part of her have to look sexy as hell? I even loved the way her toes angled out when she walked.
    We reached her apartment door on the fourth floor and I followed her inside. My senses were instantly hit with the smell of fruity lotion and the remnants of a vanilla candle. Her studio was a tiny, one-room apartment. There was a small, messy futon, a mini fridge, and a window overlooking the brick building next door.
    “I like your place,” I said trying to get back the casual vibe between us and alleviate this tension.
    She strode over to her bookshelf and picked my helmet up off of the floor. “Just a dorm studio, Leo. I’m sure you’ve seen much better.” She returned and stopped directly in front of me, toes pointed out, helmet clutched tightly to her chest.
    “Now what the hell is that supposed to mean?” I asked. Damn she was fiery.
    She squinted at me ever so slightly. “You seem to know more about Blake and his pack than you’re letting on, and I’m not sure I like being lied to.”
    “I’m not sure I like being accused of shit for no damn reason,” I rebuffed, crossing my arms to match her provocative stance.
    She didn’t seem interested in giving me my helmet anytime soon. Her eyes moved from my head to feet, and I swear I saw a shudder of attraction flash in her clear blue gaze. “I have plenty of reasons not to trust people like you.”
    “People like me?” I aggressively nodded.
    She returned the gesture. “You heard me.”
    “Well,” I exhaled heavily feeling pissed the fuck off now. “It’s nice to know what you think of me.”
    “You’ve not done much to show me a different side of you. All I know about you is you’re rich, you have horrid taste in women, and you drive a motorcycle. If that’s supposed to impress me, then you’ve got me all wrong.”
    This girl was infuriating ! “I don’t think I have you wrong at all. In fact, I think I understand you perfectly.” I leaned down so I could punctuate my point with a good old fashioned glower. Surely she could see we had something here. I couldn’t be the only one to feel it. I couldn’t be!
    “And how is that?” she snapped.
    I huffed out a large breath and racked my hands through my hair. All I could picture was her on that stage last night and how much her passion affected me. Changed me!
    Overwhelmed at the lack of control I had right now, I strode over to her and grabbed her firmly by the arms. My helmet fell to the ground and she looked at me in shock. Before her sassy mouth had a chance to say something to piss me off further, I said, “I do understand you perfectly, Adeline. I may have only known