Hello, readers! Here is chapter three! I've decided to update every week on Fridays from now on since I will be going back to work and school (yay!?) and will only be free towards the end of the week.
Thank you for reading this story. I really hope you enjoy it as much as I enjoy creating these characters. I'm already in love (hehe).
Up top, the Ice Queen (AKA Rain Sullivan, but Teagan doesn't know that yet).
Enjoy, and please vote and comment on this if you love it.
-VIVKELLER23
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Teagan

Shame. It was an all new sensation he'd never felt before. Made him feel as filthy and low as the scum he so obviously resembled in her eyes.

It left a bad taste in his mouth.

He'd been living the way he wanted since he'd been old enough to drive himself places at the age of fourteen. Rules had never really applied to him. It wasn't as if he was trying to protect a pristine image; everyone knew he could have any woman he wanted. It was what made it so easy to find new partners every time he wanted someone to get his mind off his crappy life.

Why was it that as soon as he'd gotten a whiff of the Ice Queen, he suddenly felt like he was less than worthy?

And because he didn't like how it made him feel, he pushed off of the brick wall he'd so casually leaned on to face Her Majesty before she could brush past him. His lips curved slightly, his perfected smirk on his lips as he arched an eyebrow at her.

"See something you like, My Lady?" he teased, knowing she'd do one of two things.

She could simply pretend she hadn't heard him, which wouldn't fool him since she'd obviously heard what he'd said to Crue before he hung up. Or she could give him a response before continuing on her merry way.

What type of response that would be, he wasn't sure. He hadn't had time to try to analyze the Ice Queen's mind to see how it worked. But he knew she'd been raised to always show some sort of control even while in the presence of peasants.

She was the ultimate model of class and regal manners. As such, she couldn't- no, wouldn't- just push past him without at least acknowledging his presence no matter how much she might want to forget he even existed. Her father had instilled years of careful training into his only daughter to make her into the statue of civility she was today.

Or at least that was what he had gathered from her ex-best friend, Gia Dyer, during the one night he'd spent with her. According to Gia, the Ice Queen was as lovely as she was useless. She couldn't make any grand decisions on her own. She'd been conditioned to always depend on her sweet papa to tell her what to wear, how to speak, and how to smile just right to make stupid flies disappear from her presence.

Seemed today, she'd decided he was the fly.

The naturally red bow lips that made him think of hot and heavy kisses in the middle of the night curved into a proper smile that never reached those purple eyes of hers. "Good morning," she said. That was it; nothing more, nothing less. There wasn't even a hint of recognition in her level gaze to tell him that she remembered what she'd asked him to do last night.

He couldn't have been the only one affected by finding a hot, willing, and drunk woman underneath the Ice Queen's frigid facade. Surely she recalled the way she'd begged him to take her to his bed, the way her eyes had avidly watched him and cost him a wild night with Crue. Or was the magic of the night and the excess of alcohol lost in the light of a new day to send him back into the shadows as if he had never even existed in her world?

He watched her turn to pull out her fancy leather shoulder bag from her car's passenger seat, already having dismissed him.

Well, that was too darned bad. He wasn't someone any woman brushed off, least of all a snotty little princess who thought she was too good for everybody.

"Here, let me help you with that," he offered, stepping forward the six steps needed to put him on the curb where she had parked. He saw her slender hand grasp tight on the leather strap on her shoulder as he came up behind her. He smiled a purely predatory smile that would have sent her running if she'd seen it. Instead he hid it behind a careless smirk. "Calculus?" he asked when she pulled a hefty textbook out of the car seat.

She glanced at him out of the side of her eyes, but quickly returned her attention to the book in her hands when his smile broadened. "I'm fine carrying my books on my own," she told him.

It was the most she'd ever spoken to him while sober. Nevermind that she was basically telling him to get lost, it was an accomplishment in and of itself that she'd deemed to even stand her ground, much less speak to him beyond the formal 'good morning.'

He decided to push her a bit, see what response he could get from her. He figured she owed him that much for the discomfort she'd caused him.

"But I was just looking for an excuse to continue where we left off, sugar." Oh, yeah, now she was definitely tense. And that very pretty blush that flooded into her cheeks made him think of rose petals on white sheets. He ran his tongue over his lips, feeling like a ravenous wolf on the hunt. "You know how us peasants have to find any excuse we can to talk to you, but I've developed a taste for fine things now. I want more, my sweet."

The blush got deeper, and he could see the pulse leap at the base of her neck. Her righteous mind might not like to remember how she had flirted and pleaded with him, but it seemed her body had no problem recalling the events of last night. That was fine.

"And any gentleman would offer to help carry your things to class for you after last night's activities." He hissed the 's' in the last words, sounding like the lowdown snake in the garden of Eden trying to feed innocent Eve the forbidden apple. Only what Teagan was offering to the Ice Queen was more than a bite off of some fruit. He was offering her the ultimate fall from grace.

If only she'd close her eyes and take what he was offering. All he needed was one night. One night to rid himself of this raw need to touch her, to know what she was really like when no one was watching her but him. What her haunting violet eyes would look like if they looked at him with passion rather than disdain, glazed over with the fiery need he could awaken in her if only she'd let him close enough again.

Frickity Frack, he was sounding like modern day Shakespeare.

He shook his head, furious that the girl inspired such crap in him. He didn't need pretty words. What he needed was a good time playing around with a willing woman. All he needed for that was a few crude words to get the meaning of what he had in mind across.

But he knew that wouldn't cut it where the Ice Queen was concerned.

She was already rambling off reasons she didn't need him near her. "I'm not due for class until ten this morning, so it would be silly to have you go out of your way when you're obviously busy."

Oh, now she decided to be honest? That was a very subtle jab towards what he'd told Crue about finding another hook up. The Ice Queen did have claws, the little minx!

But plans changed. They'd changed last night when she had decided to grace everyone with her presence at the party, and they'd changed this morning the minute her eyes met his, slightly accusing and completely disappointed.

"I'm never too busy for a pretty lady," he countered, reaching for the Calculus book and the one below it- French?- before she could think to sidestep him.

But she was fast. "Please, I hardly know you and-"

Not know him? Her eyes had told him otherwise. Perhaps she'd never spoken to him before last night, but she'd known of him just as he'd known of her. What's more, he distinctly remembered her breathy voice calling him Mr. Hot Tee, which wasn't the first time he'd been called that particular name, but it was the first time he'd reacted so strongly to it.

Because it had been the Ice Queen who used it.

Teagan pulled at the books so that she'd have to let go of them or stand there with his face inches from hers. She let go, backing up a good three steps before she straightened and lifted her chin.

Ah, there she was. His Ice Queen from last night. So determined. "Mr. Hot Tee doesn't ring a bell to you?" he questioned with a wink that had her swallowing audibly.

He saw her wage an internal battle, watching the frown transform her porcelain face with that little line in between her fine brows. He was so certain she would turn tail and run, deny she even knew that was what he was called, that he was almost disappointed he wouldn't be able to continue teasing her.

Imagine that. He'd come to school to get laid, but had found himself enjoying the Ice Queen's company instead. And she wasn't even tempted to get out of her clothes this time!

She tilted her head a bit, eyeing him from beneath her lashes like she had before. "I wonder if your Mama knows how useless it was to name you? If you were going to go around strutting about your conquests, she should have simply named you after a common rutting horse."

His gaze was glued to those full lips of hers as she said 'rutting' and he wondered what it would taste like to take that mouth in a hard kiss. Because she definitely had a mouth on her, one he suspected even her father didn't know about.

Teagan laughed when he was finally able to look away from her mouth to take in the annoyed look on her face. She wasn't ice all the way through then if she could still display certain emotions on that impassive face.

She was a breath of fresh air from what he was used to. Her unfiltered responses to him were far more alluring after years of fake coy smiles and feigned interest in him outside of the bedroom. To be blunt, Teagan only attracted females when they wanted to be seen parading on Gray's playboy's arm. It was a known fact that he was more than happy to oblige them, so long as it was understood that no one woman would ever have him for longer than the few nights it took for him to tire of her.

But he was finding that most of what the Ice Queen did drew him in and set her apart from the countless women he'd known over the years.

And wasn't that just peachy? That he, the lowest of the low, a man known for loving and leaving them, should be attracted to a woman who wouldn't be caught dead with him unless she was... well, dead? Or blindingly drunk.

If he'd believed in things like Divinity and karma, he would have been convinced this was a stupid twist of fate. The universe's twisted sense of humor out to get him for living so callously. But then again, he doubted God and whatever other Holy power was out there had time to care about serving him on his face.

But the Ice Queen thought he was a horse, a rutting horse, and that was freaking hilarious.

"What would you have named me then?" he asked her, intrigued and too amused to pretend otherwise.

"Night Monkey," she whispered, a small smile tugging up the corners of her mouth.

This time he couldn't help the shocked laughter that escaped. She wasn't just unconventionally beautiful and so far above the other girls he had known on an intimate level. She also happened to have great taste in movies and made up cinematic universes if 'Night Monkey' was a reference to what he thought it was.

Teagan tucked the textbooks under his arm against his side, and pretended to think over the name. "Hmm, I'm not sure. Monkeys and horses are two completely different animals."

"And yet both can perfectly be used to describe you," came the stony reply.

He'd never wanted to kiss someone so bad. She was insulting him, showing a completely different side of her from the always composed image she presented to the public, and instead of growing angry or even slightly offended, he loved this teasing side she possessed. Who knew the Ice Queen would enjoy watching a teen boy from New York save the world in a spider suit? Made up superheroes just didn't seem like her cup of tea, but then again, she'd proven she could down a few cups of spiked lemonade to loosen up a bit, so what did he really know?

"Careful, sugar," he whispered into her ear in a low voice. He was pleased to see the slight shiver that ran through her as he straightened away from her. "I might be tempted to take up the offer you so kindly presented last night."

She spun in half a circle to face him directly, her eyes wide and aglow with anger now. "What in the heck is wrong with you?" Her Majesty asked, her face flushed. "I'm trying to be nice and let you know I'm not interested without actually having to tell you 'no,' because apparently someone else already has this morning. But I guess horses and monkeys don't have the best mental capacity, so I'll just spell it out for you."

Teagan was watching a loose strand of hair that had fallen across her cheek in the middle of her outburst. He wasn't even listening to what she was saying, he was just smiling at her and nodding his head like a fool. Because she looked so pretty like that, alive and wild. Unleashed.

His hand lifted to brush at the golden brown curl, but she pinned him with a look of pure fury that he dropped it fast.

"The answer is no," the Ice Queen informed him. "In fact, I'll say it in three languages so you catch my drift. No, that's English. No, that's Spanish. And Non, that's French."

Having made her point, she reached for her books. He tried to hold onto them, but she surprised him by yanking them forcefully from him and marching off towards the library.

Teagan was left standing there beside the curb, grinning like an idiot as he watched that flirty skirt of the dress she wore beneath her blazer sway with the movement of her hips. Then he laughed because the three ways she'd chosen to say no to him had sounded exactly the same except for the added inflection she used to add an accent.

He'd never been so amused, intrigued, and aroused by a woman at the same time.

He was screwed, big time.

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