She kept avoiding my eyes. Most likely, she knew she'd stolen my chair. Wasn't like I minded the couch just that was my fucking chair. Heifer wasn't going to walk in here and take over.
Looking at the pretty little thing, I decided if she wanted the chair that wasn't too much to ask. Hell, far as I was concerned she could crawl up in my lap and we could both sit in it. I shook my head, looking for something to broach the silence with.
"S' you gonna be able to move?" Oh yeah, real slick.
"What do you mean? My place isn't far from here," she fidgeted around in the seat. "But you're going back to Westchester soon, aren't you?"
"Well, darlin'," I paused, realizing my mistake. "Sam', I wasn't planning to be here long and now that people are screwin' with me, I'm not too keen on staying."
She sighed; her blue green eyes studied me for a moment. "I have a couple of loose ends to tie up, but it wouldn't be a problem to go in a couple of days." I nodded, throwing my arms over the couch to get more comfortable. She smiled, "What's your house like?"
I shut my eyes, grimacing. Well, should have thought about that first. You didn't take women to a school, tell them 'Hey this is our room', and expect them to accept it. "Have to get one." I admitted, sneaking a glance at her. She looked surprised, but not angry.
"So where do you live?" She asked stressing live.
"I got a room in the School." I could get me a place down the road and be just fine. Hell, Hank had been lucky to have several rooms put aside for his lab and medical facility. At least, it gave him and Robyn privacy. I wasn't that lucky, my room was among the rest of the staff. Remy, the cajun card shark, threatened to light me up the next time I brought a screamer home.
I looked at the beautiful Samantha. My mind seemed to focus on one and only one thing: Had she been a screamer? Had I got her all hot and bothered that she screamed my name last night? What had she looked like all worked up?
"Must be an expensive ass school." she mused.
I nodded, "Something like that."
She smiled, her hands pulling at the cushions. "So here I am with a teacher." She cocked a brow, "Let me guess. You teach history?"
I smirked, "Nope."
"Science?" Her eyes narrowed as I shook my head. "Math, then?" I laughed, shaking my head again. "English?" Even by the tone of her voice, I could tell she didn't believe that.
I crossed my arms over my chest, and propped my feet up against the cushion facing her. Lying back on the couch, I could watch as her little brain seemed to gather her thoughts.
"Automotive repair and self-defense." I finally admitted, taking pity on her.
She nodded, "Expensive ass school."
"It is different." I shrugged the thought off, couldn't run her off yet. I had to keep her around a little while. "Like I said though, I'll get us a house up the road. I won't be far from work, and you can do whatever it is you do."
She shrugged, lying back in the chair, "Of course." I didn't much like the tone of her voice, but I had to remind myself she was as frustrated with the situation as I was. "I need to go home soon."
I cocked a brow, "Whenever you're ready, we can walk to the bar and pick my bike up." She sat forward, her eyes darkening.
"We'll also pick my car up. I ain't leaving it; to take off to God knows where with you on some damn motorcycle." She kept a level tone, but I cocked a brow at the challenge.
"Wouldn't dream of askin' ya, darlin'."
