Dungeons by Ivy M. Jones Page B

and was opening the raisins when Brian came around the corner into the lobby to lock the front doors.
       "You have a key to the dungeon, right?"
       "Yes.  As I always turn off my light and lock my door, I would think someone as intelligent as you would be able to extrapolate that."  Lana walked briskly back to the prop room.
       "You think I'm intelligent, huh?"  Brian caught up with her, his long legs eating the distance quickly.
       "You're in advanced physics, advanced calc, and advanced English‒ with me, remember?  Besides I don't find stupid guys h‒"  Lana realized where her sentence was leading and stopped short.  She'd been about to tell him that she didn't find stupid guys hot!  What the hell was wrong with her?  The filter between her brain and mouth seemed to be turned off.
       "Were you about to say that you don't find stupid guys hot?"  He didn't wait for her to answer.  "And you just told me that you think I'm intelligent, so‒ and this is just my intelligent brain extrapolating here‒ you think I'm hot ."  Brian had such a cocky grin on his face, Lana wanted to pop him in the nose to mess it up.  He was also standing in the doorway to the dungeon, blocking her from getting back in.
       "I will admit that smart guys turn me on...   But I am NOT going to feed your ego.  For God's sake, how many times have I totally made a pass at you, and you totally fucking ignored me!?!  There is no way you need me to tell you that you're hot!  Now, get the fuck out of my way, Brian." 
       Lana was practically growling as she spoke, and Brian seemed genuinely confused and surprised by her speech.  He slid to one side to let her back in, and Lana began putting the tape and markers away in the cabinet, and reaching down to pick her bag up.  The bag flipped partway over as she did, and her books slid out onto the floor.
       "Shit!"  She screamed.  "I was so happy earlier!  What the hell!  This is all your fault, Brian.  I swear, you're like the bane of my existence!"  Lana crouched down to push the books back into her book bag and felt Brian crouch down beside her.  He reached out and picked up a stack of index cards for advanced English, and flipped through them before handing them to her to tuck away.
       "I really don't want your help.  I really don't want you around at all."  Lana said softly, trying not to cry.
       "Even if I'm hot?"  He found a stray pencil which had rolled a few feet away and tossed it in before she closed her bag.  "Besides, it's not my fault that your bag opened."  He pointed out.
       "I haven't seen evidence to the contrary."
       "Oh, guilty until proven innocent, then?"  Brian grinned again and flipped his bangs out of his face with his fingers.
       "In your case, I have to go with the evidence at hand.  You have a previous record of making my life difficult.  And I've seen nothing to indicate you've reformed in the last, oh,"  she glanced at her watch, "hour.  So, yes."
       "You seem to like our courtroom talk...  So what if I had evidence to change your mind about me?"  He was stepping closer to her and she ignored the flutter in her stomach telling her that he was dangerous.  She laughed.
       "That would have to be some pretty compelling evidence."  She muttered.  She took one last look around the dungeon to make sure everything was put away, and when she turned back, Brian was right in front of her.
       Grabbing her hips, he twisted her around and pressed her against the wall before crushing her beneath his kiss.
       Lana held still beneath him, stunned.  He was kissing her?  What the fuck?  When his tongue began flicking at her closed lips, she hesitantly opened her mouth to him.  His tongue entered, and immediately began plundering her and she was kissing him back.  His hands held her in place, his mouth doing things that made her head spin.
       Slowly, his hands released her waist and slid around to her ass,