Chapter 97

Riley

I practically dove into the back of Ian's sleek black car, slamming the door behind me and panting as if I'd just run a marathon. My chest heaved, my small t.i.ts rising and falling rapidly under my thin top.

"Well, well," Ian drawled, not even looking up from his phone. He was lounging against the opposite door, tapping rapidly on the phone. "Ditching cla.s.s for me again, Riley? This is the second time this week. You'll get a reputation."

"Fuck reputation," I shot back, catching my breath. "And stop acting like you didn't miss me."

Gosh, he was so sexy. All tall, lounging in the back, a...