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It only takes about five minutes to get to his place. A big Cape Cod-style house that he shares with three other guys, according to his sisters. It was hard to know who was who when we were here for the party the other night. Not wanting to take anyone’s parking spot, I forgo the driveway, pull up to the curb, and grab my stuff before jumping out. As I get closer to the porch, I can hear music and people talking. Was that a moan? Oh my god. They’re probably having a damn orgy in there. This was a bad idea. I’m just about to turn away and go back to my truck when the door flies open.
“Briggsy! I didn’t hear you knock.” Levi stands in the open doorway, shirtless with a pair of black sweats hanging low on his hips. I may not like him, but I can’t deny that he’s hot. The wicked gleam in his icy blues and the dimpled grin tells me he knows that I can’t deny it, and that just pisses me off even more. Makes me want to kick him in the nuts just for the hell of it. That can’t be healthy.
“I didn’t want to…interrupt,” I answer, hitching my bag higher on my shoulder. I’m no prude, but the thought of him doing whatever he was doing in there, knowing that I was on my way over, makes me mad. And that makes me madder. Pretty much everything about him makes me mad, obviously.
“Interrupt?” His brow is creased in confusion that turns into understanding when another moan cuts through the thumping bass to reach us. That dimpled grin widens. “You better get used to that, Saffie.” He moves aside to let me in. I try my best not to brush against him when I pass, but he makes it impossible. Whether it’s on purpose or because his broad shoulders and six-foot-four frame are just too damn big, I’m not sure. Probably a little of both. Completely ignoring the trail of heat left behind where my arm came into contact with his rigid abs, I hold my head high and try not to make eye contact with anyone in the room. I don’t want to see anyone having sex or naked or whatever the hell is going on here. Levi chuckles, taking hold of my hand to lead me through the room. I tug, trying to dislodge my small, calloused hand from his much larger one, but he’s not having it. “Don’t worry, I’m not going to lead you into an orgy or anything, Briggsy. Not yet anyway.” He tosses a wink at me over his shoulder as he continues through the room. I catch a glimpse of big guys and girls of all shapes and sizes and colors in various states of undress as we walk. Levi never breaks stride or seems surprised. As if there isn’t a sex party happening in his damn living room.
Once we’re upstairs, I breathe a little easier though I'm not sure why. A bedroom with Levi Sexy Sexton is in no way a safe place. At least he has more than just a bed in here, though. His room is twice the size of my whole dorm, with a connecting bathroom and a small sunken sitting room in front of a wall of high windows. Everything is dark gray and black with red accents, masculine and cleaner than I would have expected. In the middle of the room is a king-sized bed covered in a gray and black plaid comforter and a mountain of pillows. The desk in the corner is the only messy area in the room, and even that isn’t bad. His scent, a clean, cool smell hangs in the air. Even Landon, who I always thought was a neat guy, isn’t this neat.
“It’s so clean.” I let slip.
Levi shrugs. The muscles of his shoulders rippling under the lightly freckled skin that I tell myself I do not find attractive. “I pay my sisters to clean it.”
Figures. Just barely stopping myself from rolling my eyes at him, I step down into the sitting area and drop into one of the comfy gray recliners, pulling my notebook, pens, and laptop out of my bag. Glancing up, I find him watching me, his bare chest drawing my eyes. Again. “Can you put a shirt on please? I don’t need people thinking we’re up here messing around.” My voice drips with disdain. God, he brings out the worst in me.
“Don’t worry, they won’t notice that we’re even up here,” he answers, laughter in his own voice.
“So all you guys do is sit around here and have...have sex with girls?”
Levi bites his lip, I’m guessing to hold back a smile or to stop himself from laughing at me. Ridiculous that I notice his perfectly straight white teeth. Aren’t hockey players supposed to be missing teeth or something?
“You say it like it’s a bad thing, Briggsy.”
This time, I don’t try to stop the eye roll. “Is it going to be like this every time I come over?”
Shaking his head, he grins wide, both dimples flashing this time. “Yes.”
“Oh my god.”
“Probably. Maybe?”
He poses it like a question, and I can’t help but laugh at him. “Holy shit. Is that a smile? Briggsy, you can’t smile at me like that. I’ll think you might actually like me, and you know what happens to girls who like me?” Before he can answer, I bean him with a pen.
“I don’t like you, so don’t worry.”
“Whatever you say, Saffie. Whatever you say.” He plucks a shirt from the dresser, finally, and pulls it over his head. The golden, muscled torso disappears underneath soft white cotton. I’m almost disappointed. Until he opens his mouth and I remember I don’t like him. “You tell yourself whatever you have to. I’ll break you down eventually.”
Like hell he will.
Chapter 8
Levi
Briggs has been here for a couple of hours and has finally started to relax. Enough that I’ve even been able to coax a laugh or two out of her. Man, she has this ice queen thing on lock. She’s jotting down some notes when someone bangs on the door like they’re the damn police, making Saffie jump.
“What?” I call, irritated. I told them not to even think about coming up here and to text me when the Chinese came. Not because I thought I was going to convince her to have sex and they might catch us, but because I knew she would be uptight enough as it was without the help of any of my roommates.
Cubbie pokes his head in. “Food’s here, bro,” he says, his eyes landing on Briggs, roaming over her in appreciation. I don’t like it. “Hey, Saffron. Didn’t know you were still here.” Liar.
She glances up with a bland expression on her face. Briggs knows he’s full of shit too. “Yup.” Then she goes back to writing in her notebook. When he takes his eyes off her, and they land back on me, my grin is so smug he flips me the bird.
“See ya, Cubbie.” I throw him deuces on my way to the dresser to grab my wallet, grinning when I hear the door close a little more forcefully than necessary. If Briggsy wasn’t sitting right here, I would ask him how the dibs he called was working for him. I’m not about to try my luck with that shit, though. She’s liable to kick all of our asses.
Briggs grabs her bag. “Here, let me give you some money.”
“Nah, I got it.” I can see that she’s about to argue. “You can get the next one.” That seems to appease her. “Be right back.”
The “party” downstairs is still in full swing. Not that it’s out of the norm or even a party really. Just a lot of skin all over the place. Doing my best not to get distracted I pay for our food. As I’m closing the door, bags of food in hand I feel slender arms wrap around my waist, tits pressed against my back. I know damn well it’s not Saffie.
