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“C’mon, Brady. Who else around here knows what you know?” I lean forward in the chair, purposely letting my loose t-shirt gape open in the front so he gets a nice view of cleavage. The move makes me feel more than a little dirty, but I’m running out of options.
His gaze drops down to my chest for a long moment, before returning to my face. He picks up his drink and takes a gulp of it. “I gotta say that this is more like the Olivia that I remember.”
I let a note of hurt enter my voice. The emotion is real, but it doesn’t have anything to do with him. “I’m flattered that you remember me at all from last year. From what I can tell, no one else does.”
Brady smirks as he takes another sip of his drink. “I guess some of us got a lot more up close and personal than others.”
“I guess so.”
His gaze moves over my face before drifting down again to my chest. “After the way Drake treated you, I wouldn’t think you’d want anything to do with us.”
The words taste like ash in my mouth, even as I force myself to say them. “Every girl on this campus wants their chance at a Havoc Boy. Sometimes you play with fire and get burned.”
“Yeah, well. We all know how you like to play,” he says with a wink.
Disgusted, I watch him take another sip of his drink, wishing that I’d put enough drugs in there to poison him. Guys will believe anything when they think sex might be on the table. “Ready for a refill?”
He holds out his glass and I refill it, hoping enough of the drug has dissolved that he won’t notice it. “And here I thought you weren’t capable of seeing reason.”
“Maybe you don’t know me as well as you thought.”
“I’m getting that impression.” Brady leans back against the chair and blinks at me a few times, like it’s difficult to focus on me. “Most girls would have broken down a long time ago. I have to say I’m impressed.”
Because I give even the smallest shit about impressing him. “Thanks.”
“The alumni might back off if they thought we could smooth this over,” he murmurs to himself.
When he drains his glass, I’m ready with the bottle to pour him another one. Unless Brady has the constitution of Superman, he has to be well on his way to fully lubricated. There is no way that this conversation would still be happening if he wasn’t at least a little drunk already.
Brady drains his glass and holds it out for another refill, but then he pulls it away. “Wait a second. How come I’m drinking alone?”
Because the bottle has enough tranquilizers in it to take down a rhino.
“You don’t want to waste the good stuff on a pledge,” I point out, in a way that I hope is convincing.
But he insists on being magnanimous and gestures to the bottle. “Go ahead.”
I don’t really have a choice.
My mouth tingles slightly as I pretend to sip from the bottle. The alcohol burns against my lips, making me feel woozy. I can’t decide if the sensation is my imagination or if it’s possible for the drugs to seep through my skin without me needing to actually swallow them.
Brady finally lets me refill his glass and then he slumps back against the chair, looking me over with bloodshot eyes. “God, what a night.”
“Heavy wears the crown, huh?” I ask sympathetically.
He gives a petulant sigh. “I’m not here to have fun, unfortunately.”
“Not even a little bit,” I ask, flirtatiously enough that my stomach turns.
“My job is to make sure that our graduating class is good enough to be Initiated, not to party with them.” He raises his glass in mock salute, spilling a bit on the arm of the couch. “God, this shit is boring. These guys have no idea what’s waiting for them in the real world. This juvenile shit is nothing compared to what happens in our clubs.”
My ears perk up at that. “Clubs?”
Brady looks at me with bleary eyes before looking down at his glass like he’s surprised it’s already empty again. “The one in New York is the biggest, but we’ve got clubs in most major cities worldwide. Pretty much anything goes there.”
I rush to refill his glass. “I bet lots of alumni hang out there.”
“Every major business deal in the world probably started as a conversation in one of our clubs.”
