Secret Heir (Dynasty #1)(31)

“And why was that, Jaz? You think feeding my trophies to the fishes is cute?”

Another round of gasps.

We stare each other down in silence, and no one else makes a sound. It’s so still, I can literally hear my own breathing.

“Well, I guess we’re even now,” I say finally, my voice a ragged whisper.

Raph seems to calm down then and it makes him all the more dangerous. He flashes me a smile which is as beautiful as it is disturbing.

“Oh, no, baby, we’re far from even.” The promise echoes through my ears long after he stalks off out of the cafeteria and I take my seat at the table in the remote corner.

Dani and I eat mostly in silence as conversation around us resumes. But I can still feel eyes on me. I half expect one of the other Dynasty heirs, Layla in particular, to come and mouth off at me or worse. But nothing happens.

“I can’t believe you blew up Raphael St. Tristan’s car,” Dani says, as we finish eating.

“And threw his trophies in the ocean.”

She throws back her head and laughs then. After a moment, I join in. It was pretty damn funny. Too bad I don’t think I’ll be laughing for very long.





11





I sleep with one eye open, still convinced that the pay back that Raph has waiting for me is going to be the mother of all pay backs. But a few days go by and nothing happens.

I’m exhausted as I step out of my room that morning to grab some breakfast before getting ready for class. I’ve barely made it two steps down the hallway when I hear giggling coming from across the hall. A girl? No, sounds like girls, plural.

I roll my eyes and eye Raph’s room in disgust, just as the double doors fling open. Raph walks out into the hall dressed in nothing but his black boxer shorts and I think my jaw hits the marble tiled floor.

He was wearing swimming shorts at the party a few nights ago, but I was too furious to see anything other than red. I do notice now though that this guy is seriously ripped. His abs and chest are so defined, that they could be carved from the marble floor that we’re standing on. He’s cut like a diamond—not a shred of fat on him. Combine that with his flawless golden skin, defined arms and the powerfully muscled thighs of a soccer player, and this guy is like sex on legs. I stamp down that thought because since when did I have such a dirty mind? Add to that the fact that I hate this guy.

I’m suddenly all too aware that, again, I’m only wearing a pair of barely there sleeping shorts and a grey vest. The way that those uncanny blue eyes rake over me, makes me want to run back into my room and grab a dressing robe. But I stay rooted to the spot.

“Not planning on sneaking out to blow up someone else’s car this morning, are you?” Raph asks, as he leans back against the doorframe of his room.

“No, not today. I think I’ll wait until you get a new car,” I retort, although I know I sound distracted. It’s not easy to stay focused when the sexiest guy I’ve ever seen in real life is standing practically naked in front of me.

He flashes me one of those impossibly beautiful smiles, as if he knows exactly where my mind is. In the gutter, that’s where.

I notice then that he’s got a dimple on each cheek and it only adds to his infuriating perfection.

“See something you like, Jaz?”

My gaze travels behind him to the not one, but two naked girls lying on his enormous silk sheeted bed. I suddenly feel sick. This guy is a total pig.

I purposefully rake my eyes over every square inch of his rock hard body before flashing him a frosty smile.

“Naah. There’s nothing here that I like.”

He smirks in response.

“Sure. Is that why you keep staring at my chest?”

“You’re disgusting—go back to your orgy, you pig.”

Those vivid blue eyes flash like twin flames.

“Jealous, Jaz? You know you’re always welcome to join.”

I gape at him in a mix of outrage and embarrassment, because I really can’t stop staring at him and it pisses me off. I notice that he has a row of tattoos along his left rib cage. It looks like a row of suns with their rays intricately woven together. No doubt a tribute to the element that this prick lords over. So really, just a tribute to himself. Typical. But the artist in me can’t help but admire the skillfully etched tattoos and the foolishness in me can’t deny that they look sexy as hell on him. Stop staring. I command myself.

“’I’d rather have all my teeth pulled out, then fed back to me.”

“Lying again, are we? There isn’t one girl on campus that wouldn’t drop their panties for me. All I need to do is look their way. You’re no exception.”

I think I throw up a little in my own mouth.

“I can see that confidence is clearly not an issue for you,” I reply. “But unfortunately for you, the only way you’ll ever get to see my panties is if you …” I trail off suggestively, because I think I’m going to enjoy shattering that odd fascination in his eyes.

“Kiss my ass first,” I finish sweetly.

His smile grows wider.

“I’d love to, Jaz, but only if you suck my dick after.”

“What?” I gasp. “What did you just say?” I gape at him in shock, not quite able to believe that he’d be so damn crude. But then again, this is Raph.