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"Perry Thorne leaned back against the counter of the small coffee shop on campus, one ankle crossed over the other as he scrolled leisurely through his phone. He knew he was in the way, but he didn’t give a shit. He just wanted his coffee. So when the barista called his name and handed him the wrong one, he was pissed."

“This isn’t the right fucking drink, you know.”

"Perry Thorne sneered, holding up his coffee cup to the barista standing behind the counter, his eyes cold and narrowed in irritation."

"Perry’s attention is drawn to the newcomer as she steps in, his eyes scanning her curiously. He takes in her appearance, noting the way her sweater hangs off her shoulder and how her hair cascades in a loose braid. A faint smirk tugs at the corner of his lips as he watches her interact with the barista."

"As she speaks, hiss gaze flickers to the cup she’s holding, and he realizes she’s the one who ended up with his drink. He studies her for a moment, assessing her reaction and demeanor, before deciding to intervene, though not without a hint of sarcasm."

“Well, sweetheart,” "he drawls, his tone dripping with condescension," “looks like you and I got each other’s drinks. But I doubt you’ll want this.” "He gestures dismissively to the cup in her hand, his grey eyes glinting with amusement." “I asked for something strong, not some sugary crap.”

"Perry's smirk widens at her response, her defiance only serving to amuse him further. He returns her once-over with one of his own, his eyes lingering appreciatively on her curves before meeting her gaze."

"Young man?" "He echoes with a scoff." "I'm not that young, sweetheart."

"Leaning one arm against the counter, he inches closer, looming over her smaller frame as his eyes gleam with challenge. He can see her irritation, and it only spurs him on."

"And I don't recall asking for your opinion either," "he retorts, his voice dropping to a low rumble." "But here we are."

"A waft of her scent reaches him - vanilla and roses - and it makes his lips curl faintly. Leaning in until their faces are mere inches apart, he murmurs." "Tell me, do you taste as sweet as you smell?"

"Perry's smirk widens at the fire in her eyes, enjoying the challenge she presents. Her nerve only spurs his own, wanting nothing more than to break through her icy exterior."

"Is that so?" "he murmurs, his breath ghosting over her lips as he leans impossibly closer." "Then by all means, enlighten me. I'd love to hear what you really think."

"His eyes flick momentarily to the barista as well before returning to her. Reaching up, he lets a lone finger trail lightly down the side of her neck, watching her reaction closely."

"Better hurry though," "he warns in a low rumble." "Before I decide to taste you myself."

"His gaze drops brazenly to her lips, lingering there meaningfully before meeting her eyes once more."

"Perry senses her momentary fear and panic, and it only spurs his sadistic side further. Her threat, however, gives him pause, and he backs off slightly, raising his hands in mock surrender."

"Ooh, feisty," "he purrs approvingly, his eyes alight with wicked amusement." "I like that."

"His gaze roams leisurely over her once more, lingering meaningfully on the curves his finger had just traced. Leaning back against the counter, he props one ankle over the other, the picture of arrogant nonchalance."

"Alright then, sweetheart. I'll back off - for now." "His lips curl in a lazy smirk." "But you and I both know you want it as much as I do. Don't pretend you wouldn't enjoy every second."

"Perry barks out a laugh at her parting remark, thoroughly enjoying their feisty exchange."

"Night's still young, sweetheart. I'll be seeing you around," "he calls after her, his eyes gleaming with promise."

"As she flips him off without looking back, his grin only widens. He watches her stride away, appreciating the sway of her hips before she disappears out the door."

"Chuckling to himself, he collects his own drink and takes a sip, savoring the dark flavor. His thoughts linger on the fiery brunette, already anticipating their next encounter. She may have fire, but he has no doubt he'll break through that icy exterior before long."

"With a smirk, he saunters out of the coffee shop, more entertained than he's been in ages. The chase is on."

"Perry's eyes light up in wicked amusement as the coach introduces the fiery brunette from the coffee shop as the one responsible for their animation project."

Oh, this is going to be fun, "he thinks with a private smirk."

"As her eyes meet his, flashing with annoyance, he winks brazenly in response. His gaze sweeps appreciatively over her outfit, lingering on the strip of skin revealed by her cropped sweater before meeting her eyes once more."

"Well well, if it isn't my favorite sweetheart," "he drawls, sauntering closer with a lazy grin." "Fancy seeing you here."

"Her familiar scent washes over him as the breeze picks up - vanilla and roses, as sweet and enticing as he remembers. Leaning down until their faces are level, he murmurs for her ears alone."

"Don't look so annoyed, darling. You and I both know you're excited to see me again." "His lips curl in a wicked smirk." "This project just got a whole lot more... interesting."

"Wayne and Enzo's faces light up at her question."

"Hell yeah, we're gamers!" "Wayne says enthusiastically." "D&D every Friday night. You play?"

"Baldur's Gate 3, man. So excited for that one," "Enzo chimes in."

"As Sarah explains a bit about the project and motion capture to the eager pair, Perry watches from the sidelines, his smirk fading into a scowl. He's used to being the center of attention, and it irks him to see her engaging others so easily."

"Pushing off the fence, he saunters over, slinging an arm around Sarah's shoulders. His touch is proprietary, meant to steer her focus back to him."

"Alright, enough nerd talk. Save it for your D&D nights," "he cuts in brusquely." "Sweetheart here has a job to do. Right, darling?"

"His eyes gleam down at her meaningfully, daring her to challenge his dominance once more."

"Perry meets her icy glare with an arrogant smirk, unfazed by her irritation."

"My bad, sweetheart. Must've slipped my mind," "he replies without a trace of sincerity, his arm tightening fractionally around her shoulders."

"His gaze flickers dismissively to Wayne and Enzo before returning to Sarah, gleaming with challenge." "But you've got a job to do, like I said. So why don't you show us what you've got, and leave the nerd talk for later?"

"Leaning down until their faces are mere inches apart, he rumbles low in her ear." "Unless you'd rather continue our... conversation from last time. I'm always ready for round two, darling."

"His breath ghosts warmly over her skin, lips curled in a lazy smirk. His arrogance knows no bounds - but then, he's used to always getting his way in the end."

"Wayne and Enzo exchange amused glances at Sarah's retort, fighting back smirks. Liam lets out a low whistle, clearly enjoying the show."

"Jake, however, sighs in exasperation. As team captain and Perry's best friend, he's long accustomed to reining in the wide receiver's arrogance."

"Alright, that's enough, pretty boy. Leave the poor girl alone," "he says firmly, shooting Perry a warning look."

"Perry's eyes narrow, but he knows better than to defy Jake. With obvious reluctance, he removes his arm from Sarah's shoulders and takes a step back."

"Fine. But this isn't over, sweetheart," "he shoots at Sarah, voice low and eyes gleaming with promise."

"Turning on his heel, he saunters away, leaving Sarah to get on with her presentation amid snickers from the other players. But his thoughts linger, already anticipating their next clash."

"Most of the players chuckle good-naturedly at Sarah's joke, taking it in stride."

"Perry, however, merely smirks, unperturbed. Leaning back against the fence with lazy arrogance, he meets her gaze head-on, eyes gleaming with challenge."

"I don't know, sweetheart. I think I'd look pretty damn good even if you animated me taking a shit," "he drawls, eliciting snickers from the others."

"But I'll play nice...for now," "he continues, raking his eyes brazenly over her once more." "As long as you hold up your end of the bargain."

"Surprisingly, Perry remains blessedly silent for the rest of Sarah's presentation and throughout the question period."

"When she explains the scheduling logistics for motion capture sessions, he perks up with interest once more."

"Put me down for the full-day slots, sweetheart," "he drawls, sauntering over and leaning casually against her table." "I want to get really... hands-on with this project."

"His eyes gleam down at her meaningfully, lips quirked in a rakish smirk. Ignoring the huffs and eye rolls from his teammates, he reaches for the scheduling book."

"Perry chuckles low in his throat at her defiance, clearly enjoying their game of wills."

"Ooh, feisty. I like that," "he rumbles approvingly, not backing down an inch."

"C'mon, sweetheart. You and me alone for a whole day...think of the fun we could have," "he croons, reaching for her once more - only to still at Jake's warning cough from behind."

"Knock it off, Thorne. Let the lady do her job in peace," "Jake says sternly."

"Perry holds Sarah's gaze a moment longer, eyes gleaming with unspoken promises, before pushing off the table with a shrug."

"Your loss, darling. But I'll get you alone sooner or later," "he throws over his shoulder with a smirk, sauntering off to rejoin his teammates."

"Jake sighs heavily at her question, running a hand through his hair."

"Don't take it personally - Perry lives to be a pain in the ass," "he says wearily."

"But nah, it's not just you. He picks a new 'target' every week, pulling all the crappy moves and charm until he loses interest or they cave. Then onto the next."

"His expression softens apologetically." "Just ignore him as best you can. And let me know if he gives you too much trouble - I'll put him in his place. Deal?"

"Extending a hand, he offers her a reassuring smile." "For what it's worth, you're handling him way better than most. I'd pay good money to see you take him down a peg someday."

"Stepping into the studio, Jake pauses when he notices Sarah stretched out on her tiptoes atop a stool, fiddling with something on the ceiling. He opens his mouth to greet her - only to freeze when Perry breezes in behind him."

"Well, well...would you look at that," "Perry drawls, voice dripping with intent as his gaze travels unabashedly over miles of pale, shapely legs extending from those deliciously short shorts up to where her hoodie has ridden up, revealing the tantalizing curve of her ass."

"Thorne," "Jake warns sharply - but Perry merely smirks, making no attempt to hide his roving stare."

"What? Just appreciating the view, captain. No need to get your briefs in a twist."

"Jake sighs heavily, debating whether to step in. But Sarah is more than capable of handling herself...and there's no love lost between her and Perry after their last encounter."

"Your funeral, pretty boy," "is all he says, shaking his head as Perry saunters off toward Sarah with that predatory gleam in his eyes."

"Perry smirks down at her from where he's caught her against his chest, hands spanning her ribs securely beneath that hoodie."

"Careful now, sweetheart. Wouldn't want you hurting that pretty face," "he rumbles, voice dripping with amused satisfaction."

"Although I'd be happy to kiss it better for you if you did."

"He nuzzles his chin lightly against her hair, inhaling her intoxicating fragrance. Then he steps back just enough to rake his hot gaze over her flustered form from tousled hair to heaving chest to - oh, the view from here..."

"As for you, captain - looks like you owe me 20 bucks," "he calls over his shoulder to Jake, flashing a grin."

"Told you I'd be the one to catch her when she falls. Thanks for the assist, darling. Now..."

"His attention returns fully to Sarah, positively gleaming." "Shall we get started?"