“You being you, now come on, we have a president to get off the hook.”
We make it back to her building and head straight for her office, apparently I should have sent James a text first because when Raven flings the door open, he’s sitting so close to Ameilia she’s practically in his lap. She jumps up, her face turning as red as a tomato before she makes an excuse about getting copies or some s.hit and practically runs out of the room. James smirks as she leaves, but Raven is glaring at him.
“Whatever you’re up to you can just knock it off.”
“And what is it you think I’m up to?” James asks, his s.hit eating grin still on his face.
“Nothing good. Ameilia is a sweet, kind, wonderful person.”
“I feel like I should be taking offense to this conversation, so I’m going to suggest we move o
