As Sara continued to search through the bin, she felt a cool breeze on the back of her legs.

She craned her neck around to locate the source.

A guy gaped at her from behind huge glasses.

"Do you mind?" Sara asked.

The guy blushed fiercely and scampered away.

With a sigh, she shoved more clothes to the side of the bin, and leaning farther in, tried to grab what she hoped were a girl's pair of shorts.

Alas, they were only red socks.

Disappointed, she tossed the socks back into the bin.

Movement caught her eye. She glanced up. And wished she hadn't.

There was Bentley, in all his gorgeousness, leaning against the wall. He had his arms crossed over his chest. He grinned at her like there was no tomorrow.

"I've gotta admit, taking a short cut through this hallway was probably THE BEST idea I've had all week," he said.

Sara lifted an eyebrow. She really didn't want to see him right now. She was still angry at how exceedingly arrogant he was to think she'd stop seeing Kurt just because he'd decided to kiss her!

She ignored him and continued to sort through the bin.

"Pink underwear, huh? You tryin' to make me swoon?" Bentley asked.

Sara felt the back of her bottom and realized her shirt had rolled up. Her lacy underwear was completely exposed!

She made herself take deep breaths. She would not let him get to her.

"What do you care if I'm in my underwear?" she hissed. She felt her heart betray her as it started to pound a million beats per minute.

"Do you want the truth or the toned-down answer to that?" he whispered. His voice sounded husky now.

She spun around, placing her hands on her hips. "I'm not afraid of you. So, how about the truth? You capable of that?"

He narrowed his eyes. His mouth twisted into a dangerous smirk. Licking his lips, he boldly looked her up and down.

Sara felt the screaming shivers of self-consciousness race through her.

"Fine, the truth it is," he said. He walked up to her and pressed his muscular chest hard against her.

She felt her back collide with the clothes bin.

"My answer involves me dropping to my knees and ripping off those pink lacy temptations using only my teeth."

Sara's eyes actually blurred at that visual.

The amount of passion behind his words literally had her head spinning.

"That is SO inappropriate," she said, her legs trembling.

Bentley did his bell-like laugh.

She felt his finger slide excruciatingly slowly down her leg.

"What are you looking for, anyway?" he asked.

There was definitely a double entendre in that question.

Sara gasped for breath, silently cursing herself for how much she enjoyed the feel of his burning hand on her leg.

"I...I forgot pants." She bowed her head in shame.

"Interesting predicament you're in," he said. The dangerous smirk was back.

To her intense surprise, he yanked off his pants!

"Here, I'm sure you remember these." He tossed her the familiar, soft black sweatpants.

She caught them nervously.

He stood confidently in tight black boxer briefs. Reaching into his soccer bag, he pulled out his soccer uniform shorts and tugged them on.

Sara had to blink rapidly to keep herself from fainting away onto the floor. She'd never seen a guy change in front of her.

"You're coming to my game, right?" he asked.

She noticed he continued to stare openly at her lacy underwear.

"Um...yeah...the field hockey team will be there," she sputtered.

He bent forward and whispered into her ear. "I can't wait to hear you scream my name." With a final, mischievous grin, he sauntered out of the room.