Resisting My Mate (Book 2 of the Complicated Mates series) Editing

Chapter 8

Cover on the side by PeppermintCupcake

Arianna

Imagine a room full of electrical currents flowing through it, and every little move you make has you worrying you will hit one of them. That's how I feel as I sit fidgetting in my seat. I made it through two classes already with no sign of Ashtyn in either one, and I'm a ball of nerves in anticipation of getting my seduction plan rolling. I pulled the shoulder of my top down just a little more, exposing an extra inch or two of skin, I messed my hair to give it that fresh out of bed look, and chewed my bottom lip to plump it up and make it look kissable. This has been the same routine I've done in my classes before this one in preparation of Ashtyn's possible arrival.

"Quit moving, will ya? Every time you fidget, you end up kicking my chair." Adam grumbles from the seat in front of me. Just to irritate him, I kick the leg of his chair on purpose. He turns in his seat, "Very mature, Ari." I smile at him innocently before noticing he has his ear phones in.

"Whatcha listening to?" I ask, trying to distract myself from my fretting.

Instead of answering, he takes his extra ear phone and sticks it in my ear. I cringe and sit back in my seat while Adam laughs at me, "You asked."

What Makes You Beautiful by One Direction is blasting from his Iphone and I'm not exactly a fan. Don't get me wrong, I have nothing against the group, in fact they're actually a group of pretty talented guys, but I fell in love with the original groups like NKOTB and N'SYNC.

Distracted by my boy band thoughts, I'm caught unaware when Ashtyn finally makes it to class. As he strides into the room. the confidence he exudes is really hot. There's still a sense of anger radiating off him, no doubt due to my close proximity to Adam, but the power in his whole demeanor is damn sexy.

Clearing my head, and remembering what I'm supposed to be doing, I cross one jean clad leg over the other, gently swinging my knee high booted leg back and forth, flip my hair over my bare shoulder, and send him a flirtatious smile as he sits two chairs down and a row behind me. PERFECT!

From the corner of my eye I see his body tense, and his nostrils inhale my scent that I'm sure has a hint of lingering arousal in it. I shift my attention to the front of the room as our History teacher walks in and begins passing our text books out after introducing himself as Mr. Blake.

Some of the students from my uncle's pack seem to know him, so I assume that means he was one of the teachers from their old school. He's a few years older than us, with auburn hair that's cut short and very piercing green eyes. By the dreamy looks on some of the girls faces I can tell his class will soon be a favorite of many of them.

I have to admit he's very good looking, and when he removes his blazer revealing the white dress shirt under it, it's evident that he works out.

A soft growl to my right reminds me that my teacher isn't the male I should be scoping out, and I turn in Ashtyn's direction, giving him a little wink no doubt adding to his irritation. It's then I notice one of the guys that was with him earlier sitting to his right, trying to get him to relax.

I'm listening to Mr. Blake ramble on about what he expects out of us this school year, and the two or three projects he has planned when I sense Ashtyn's intense stare on me. More specifically, on my bare shoulder. It's almost as if he's caressing the skin there with his eyes, and I shiver in response. Needing to once again take the upper hand, I tilt my head to the left, exposing more of my neck and slowly run my finger tips down it, to my shoulder, then bring my hand back resting it just upon my chest.

The scent of Ashtyn's arousal hits me instantly and has me squeezing my legs together tightly so they won't carry me to him. I risk a glance to my right and see his eyes are burning with lust. Enjoying his reaction and wanting to push him just that much more, I lick my lips sensually and give him a flirty smile.