Page 76 of Heartless Sinner

Unable to stop myself, I leaned closer toward Brooks. “Maybe you should take some notes.” I nodded toward the front of the room. “Learn something while you’re here.”

He dropped his phone onto the desk and turned to face me. “I know the female body pretty well.”

I snorted. “This isn’t Women’s Anatomy.”

“I’m aware.” He dragged his chair closer, crushing my bag beneath one chair leg. His knee wedged against mine under the desk. “I’ve studied women extensively. Especially you.”

Heat climbed up my neck. I was at least thankful he’d lowered his voice.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” I rolled my eyes. “Every time with you was completely forgettable.”

“Keep saying that, and I’ll give this class something unforgettable.”

“You’d never, Mr. My Image Comes First.”

Professor Sinclair cleared his throat.

I faced the front.

Brooks ignored him. All his attention was on me.

For the rest of class, I ignored him.

Ignored his comments. Ignored him crowding my space. Ignored him repeatedly stomping on my bag like nothing breakable was inside.

When class ended, Brooks stayed beside my desk.

For the first time all morning, he wasn’t smirking.

He leaned closer. “Your Initiation is Friday. Be ready.”

He gave my desk three knocks before walking away.

I stayed exactly where he left me.

Friday.

It took me a few minutes to move.

When I finally packed up, I found my favorite claw clip had snapped in half and a fresh crack across my iPad.

Brooks was getting a fucking bill for that.

I was halfway to the door when Professor Sinclair stopped me.

“Daphne, my office after class,” he said.

Someone in the background snickered. “Ooh … someone’s in trouble.”

I flipped him off without looking.

“Manners, Daphne,” Sinclair said with a sigh.

“I’m busy later,” I told him. “I’ll stop by after tomorrow’s lecture.”

Sinclair shook his head. “Today. Unless you’d prefer a warning slip. Your third.”

Wonderful.