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It was funny how the first time Trevor had mentioned our group, it sounded as though he was really interested. But this time it sounded almost condescending—or maybe I was mistaking his tone.
Lord knew East could be a pretentious ass, but with everything he’d done for me lately, it felt wrong to just stand there and let someone poke fun at him.
“He comes from a very influential family. They practically own half of the real estate in New York. Easton Tower ring a bell?”
“That’shis family?”
“Yep. So he’s royalty in his own way, I guess. Want me to introduce you?” The second the words were out of my mouth, I could’ve kicked myself. If he said yes I’d have to get within feet of Daire, and I wasn’t sure I was ready for that just yet.
Luckily for me, Professor King chose that exact moment to walk out onto the stage. The music faded as the spotlight found him. His dominating presence immediately caused the entire student body to fall silent as he moved behind the microphone and scanned the crowd below.
You could’ve heard a pin drop as he slipped a hand into the pocket of his fitted charcoal pants, his tailored jacket brushing aside to reveal the tight fit of the caramel-colored sweater beneath. He was so effortlessly cool, the picture of suave masculinity, and his confidence was the thing of legends around Astor.
He was intimidating as hell.
“Evening, everyone.” King’s deep voice resonated through the crowd, creating a hum of excitement as we anxiously waited for him to introduce tonight’s act. “I want to welcome Belladonna to our great school this evening and thank them for choosing Astor to debut their new album. They’re one of the hottest upcoming bands, and we’ve told them we know how to have a good time here. Tonight, I want you to prove it to them. But also”—a rare and crooked smirk tugged at his lips—“behaveyourselves.”
A rowdy cheer thundered from the crowd as he stepped back from the mic and gestured to the curtain behind him. As it began to lift, King headed down the steps of the stage closest to us and then made his way to a man waiting for him in the shadows.
It was weird seeing your professors out of the lecture hall like this, seeing them interact with what definitely looked like a date, judging by the way the man took his hand and leaned down to whisper something in his ear.
It almost made him seem…human.
“Holy shit! This is insane,” Trevor shouted by my ear as the band’s frontwoman came into view and the entire hall lost their ever-loving minds. Then the instantly recognizable intro of their viral hit started up, and all talking got lost beneath the pulse-pounding beat.
Trevor wrapped an arm around my waist, pulling me in tight to his body, and as the heavy throb of Belladonna’s breakoutnumber flowed through my veins, I couldn’t help but move to the infectious rhythm.
It was an upbeat number, one that made you want to grab hold of someone and move. I turned into Trevor’s arms, looping mine around his neck, then shut my eyes and let myself go.
It felt good to be held. Good to be wanted. And as the sexed-up beat pulsed through me, my body started to react to the attention. My hips swayed a little closer to the ones grinding against me, and I gripped the collar of Trevor’s shirt. Heat and flames licked over my skin as the sensation of being watched caused a distinct ache to start between my thighs.
Trevor turned us, and my eyes latched on to a pair of dark ones staring at me. My breath caught somewhere in the back of my throat.
Daire remained in the exact spot I’d seen him minutes ago, sprawled out on the arm of the chair. But instead of watching the band up on the stage, his attention was locked on me. His midnight-colored hair had fallen down over his eyes and one of his hands rested between his legs, and when our gazes collided, that hand moved down between his thighs.
The lights flashed all around me, creating shadows that were messing with my head. There was no way Daire was watching me and rubbing his dick in public. There was no way he was licking his lips.
But when the lights flashed over in that corner, confirming what I was looking at, I stumbled and accidentally stepped on Trevor’s foot, losing my balance.
“Shit, sorry.”
“No problem.” Trevor caught and righted me. “Let’s just hope they didn’t catch it on camera. That’d be super embarrassing.”
Really? It’s not like I fell on my ass.
I should’ve known that an up-and-coming actor would beallabout his image. But for some reason I’d looked past it,hoping Trevor turned out to be different. Clearly, that had been a mistake.
My mind made up that this would definitely be our last date, I tried my best to laugh off his comment. “Yeah, I guess it would be.”
Then I plastered on my best smile and pretended I was having a fantastic time, because I’d be damned if Daire saw me have anything else tonight—and I didn’t even want to think about what he’d do if he caught Trevor in total superdouche mode.
TWENTY-NINE
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THIS WAS GOING to be a long night.
The band wasn’t terrible, but they weren’t my thing. At all. The only good thing I could say was that they were so loud they drowned out the sound of my thoughts, at least for a moment. Because the second my eyes drifted from the singer to where Trevor and Gavin were dancing so close they practically merged into one, those thoughts came back louder, and with a vengeance.
