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He laughs. “She must be special to go after only one. She looks like quality ass with those rhinestones on her back pockets. I’ll give you have after-party privileges, and you can use an empty bedroom if you don’t want the whole dorm to hear you win her.”
Jaxon looks at Asher. “I think my boy here might be in the lead, but Asher won’t suck and tell.”
Asher scoffs. “I know Charlotte from home. That’s all. It doesn’t put me in the lead. She’s not easy.”
“That’s what makes her a prize.” I smile at my competition.
Charlotte Howland is a quality fuck, but I want more than a one-nighter. I want her body, heart, and soul. Do I love her? I can’t, but that doesn’t stop me from wanting to possess her the same way she owns me.
“She’s definitely the type we want hanging around here. So, a pledge that had her would definitely get in.”
“You see, Jaxon. It’s the quality of the screwing, not the quantity.” I laugh. “The friction is going to make it fall off, my bro.”
“Then I’m in,” Jaxon smirks at me and then Asher. “I want a piece of the prize. And if taking that prize means I become an Alpha, then I’m definitely in,” he says, “I like a challenge, and she’s one.”
Asher shoots me an angry glare, but I already know I fucked that up. I clench my teeth as the porch goes quiet. Then I realize Jaxon is eyeing me with his superior smirk on his stupid, pierced lips.
“Good,” I say boldly, “Now, it is a competition.”
“Is she coming to the party tonight?” Sam asks, and we look at Asher. His eyes widen as if he’s been put on the spot to drag the lamb by the neck to the slaughter.
“I don’t know if she’s coming,” he replies harshly, “I’m not her keeper. Besides, why would I bring her here so one of you can hook up with her?”
Sam stands. “Fair point. I might have a few extra fliers in the house. Slip one under her door. Hey, make sure the redhead gets one. I want to see her blush.”
Sam walks back into the house, leaving us in uneasy silence. Suddenly being outside on the porch is suffocating despite the chill breeze. Asher wanders over to the couch and throws himself on it beside Jaxon.
“I thought she wasn’t your type?” Asher asks him.
Jaxon shrugs his shoulders. “Willing is my type. So, what is the deal between the two of you?”
My ears prick up as I wait for his answer. He may dodge the truth when I try to get it, but Jaxon isn’t going to let the bullshit fly. Finally, I’ll know what’s going on with them.
“I told her sister I’d look out for her.” Asher stares straight ahead and takes another sip of his bottle. He’s careful not to look in my direction. And he doesn’t add anything else. No explanation as to why her sister wants Charlotte looked after.
“What’s her sister’s name again?” I ask.
Asher narrows his gaze, hating me for asking. “Astrid,” he replies. “Why? Don’t you know her?”
I shake my head. “I don’t recall Charlotte having a sister when I knew her.”
“I thought you knew her from Stonehaven?” he asks.
Nice move. I keep underestimating Asher. I debate if I should start pressing again, but now he’s got me on the spot. I don’t want to reveal too much yet. I don’t want the red flags to start waving, and then he’s digging into my past.
“I left and went to another school,” I reply. “Where’s Sam with those fliers? I have a class to go to.”
Chapter 20
Charlotte
Wren and Prisha insist that we go to another party at Alpha house. Tracey looks vague about going, and I’m satisfied with hanging out at the dorm. But Wren gets her way when she mentions that the Theta sorority will be attending.
“They are the sorority on campus.” Wren applies gloss over her pink lip tint in the bathroom mirror in the dorm. “They only go to Alpha parties, which means we can only go to Alpha parties.”
Prisha checks her hair, pulling the dark strands off her face under a white headband. “We aren’t going to drink or hook up. We’re going to make a good impression on the Thetas. They’ll see us at the party, and we’ll have a better chance when pledge.”
Ironically, the invites to the Alpha party were only slipped under my door and Tracey’s. Prisha frowns at Tracey, who prefers sloppy comfort to style. Her orange tweedy sweater reaches her knees and looks cozy, but it also makes her look like she’s gained ten pounds overnight. Prisha reaches out and tugs at the side hem to see what is actually Tracey.
