Getting Schooled (The Wright Brothers Book 1) by Christina C Jones Page B

have a man that would put up with you.”
    She scoffed as she backed out of the car, and I did step away to give her some room, or her ass would have been against my dick. She got right in my face, smelling like fabuloso, and crossed her arms.
    “You realize that doesn’t quite ring true when it’s obvious your ass can’t resist me, right?”
    I lifted an eyebrow. “Can’t resist you? Woman… I’d ask if you were crazy, but I already know the answer to that.”
    “So I’m crazy now? I haven’t been that crazy when you couldn’t keep your eyes off me. And I bet I’m not that crazy when you’re thinking about how you’re going to fabricate another interaction with me.”
    “ I’m fabricating interactions?” – that was true, but whatever – “What about you purposely picking fights?”
    She smirked. “I haven’t picked any fights with you – I just haven’t backed down from them. I can see why you’d be confused about that though.”
    I tossed my head back, letting out a shout of laughter. “I swear, you are the most irritating, abrasive, snarky woman I’ve ever met.”
    Reese stepped in a little closer, barely leaving any space between us as she looked up into my eyes. “And that’s exactly why you want me so bad, isn’t it?”
    Yes. Hell yes.
    But of course I didn’t say that.
    “I’m not into evil princesses with nasty attitudes, no matter how good they look.”
    “And I’m not into arrogant mechanics with sticks up their asses.” She cocked an eyebrow. “So where exactly do we go from here?”
    Before either of us could say anything else, I heard someone call her name from over my shoulder. I glanced back to see a car I hadn’t even heard pull up, a silver Lexus with chrome trimmings. Nice.
    Standing on the other side of it was one of those corporate type of dudes that I had – correctly, apparently – pegged as Reese’s type. He stepped from behind the car, cautiously, wearing khakis on purpose, looking between me and Reese like he was considering a call to the police. He called her name again, still cautious, damn near high-pitched, and I didn’t even bother trying to hide my derisive smirk as I turned back to her.
    “ This is the nigga that was going to “kill me” over you?” I chuckled, shaking my head. Her nostrils flared as she scowled at me, hard, but her lack of denial answered my question. “Hey, listen…” I dropped my head toward her, speaking into her ear. “You ever need somebody to hit it right … you let me know. Aiight?”
    “Reese, are you okay?”
    I rolled my eyes. Here this dude was, creeping up like he couldn’t see the big J&P Auto logo on my chest.
    “I’m fine, Gray,” Reese said, stepping around me. His eyes bulged out when he saw how she was dressed, but I doubt she cared. “He’s from the dealership. He was just here dropping my mother’s car off. And now he’s about to go.”
    Mother? !
    I narrowed my eyes, looking at Reese’s face. If I squinted a little, and imagined her with designer glasses like Professor B always wore to class… damn. I could see the resemblance.
    Reese held out her hand, and I dropped the keys into it. “You have a nice day ma’am,” I said, then turned to walk to the other car, where my coworker was waiting. “Oh!” I turned back, and “Gray” was already in her face, looking like he was about to get cursed out. They both looked up, and I winked at Reese. “Don’t forget my offer.”
     
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    “What offer? What offer is he talking about?”
    “Relax,” I snapped, closing my fist around the keys Jason had dropped into my hand. “He’s a car salesman, just talking about some deal.”
    It probably wasn’t fair to Grayson to be so annoyed with him, but I was seething mad. Mad as hell that Jay’s offer had turned me on so much. Mad as hell that Grayson had shown up unannounced, looking all… not at all like the type who would kick somebody’s ass about their girlfriend.
    Mostly because he