Page 4 of Playing Dirty
“Only with people I dislike.”
“Feels personal.”
“It is.”
The kitchen went quieter around us in that subtle way groups do when they smell tension.
Mason pushed away from the counter.
God, he was tall.
I hated that too.
He stopped directly in front of me, close enough that I caught the smell of smoke and expensive cologne under the alcohol.
“You avoiding me this semester?” he asked.
“I’ve been enjoying my peace.”
“Ouch.”
“Did you need something?”
His eyes flicked down briefly to my mouth before coming back up.
Tiny movement.
Still noticed it.
“I heard you’re writing the feature.”
I sighed dramatically. “Unfortunately.”
“Could be fun.”
“For who?”
“For me.”
“Exactly my point.”
Jace barked out another laugh behind him.
“Holy shit,” he said. “She really doesn’t like you.”
Mason didn’t even look away from me.
“Nah,” he said casually.
“She just thinks she does.”
The confidence in that answer irritated me instantly.
Who the fuck says that with a straight face?
I crossed my arms.
“You know what your problem is?”
