What did you think of Vik?Mia asks.
Honestly, I can see why all of you liked him.It’s difficult to describe his physical effect on me.His commanding presence awakened the sexuality that the Revenge Squad has been urging me to feel.He has an aura.
She nods.He’s not like anyone else, is he?
If this last try works—not that I think it will—I’m really worried that I might start to like him.I want to hate him because of what he’s done to all of you,I confess.
Yeah, I can see that.But you have to stay strong, Evie,she says.
Since it’s just Mia, I dare to ask what I really want to know.What happens if you go up to Viktor’s room?
Her eyebrows go sky-high.Wait, did you not tell us everything?Did Viktor invite you upstairs last night?
I can’t even meet her eyes.He said something like that.But I’m pretty sure he was just testing me.A test I failed spectacularly.Yet there was this daring part of me that wanted to be alone with him.
Evie!You’re so deep.Then she rolls her desk chair over to face me.Look, I know you’re not very experienced with men, so let’s be real.If you go up to a guy’s bedroom, he’s going to think that you want to have sex with him.
I nod.The thought of having sex with Viktor should not be appealing in any way.And yet...
She leans even closer.And if you want to have sex with someone you’ve just met, no judgement.Women have needs.But—and this is big—it has to be with a guy you trust.Because if it’s some jerk who brags to all his buddies that he scored with an Alpha Z, then you’re going to get a reputation.And every guy you meet will expect the same thing.
Maybe I’m too wide-eyed, because she laughs.Relax, Evie.
Sorry.Being attracted to someone is so new to me.
Okay, here’s the second thing you need to know.You can always change your mind.Let’s say you make out but he’s gross and sloppy and you’re really not into it.You can stop and leave.It’s tricky, of course, because he’s going to get pissed.You can use an excuse like you’re going to throw up.Guys hate the idea of messing up their beds.Or appeal to his ego, like he’s someone you could really get serious about so you want to take things slow.If he pushes you, just say no firmly and leave.Don’t worry about making a scene.
She reaches out to apply foundation with a sponge.Of course, that doesn’t apply to Vik,she adds.
Why not?
Because if you say no, he’ll stop.I know from personal experience.I get these migraines when the weather shifts, and once, even though we were, seriously, just about to start, I told him I wasn’t feeling well, and he stopped and took me home.A total gentleman.She gazes off into the distance then snaps back to the present.Besides,youdon’t have to worry.Vik’s totally into safe sex.And he won’t have sex with you if you’re not on birth control.
I swallow.Hearing all these intimate things about Viktor now that he’s become a real person feels like a huge invasion of his privacy, yet I long to know more.But I restrain myself from asking anything else.
Once I’m ready, Des and Angelica come in to inspect me.My hair is straight, my eyes are violet again, but this time Mia applied a lot of eye makeup and pink lipstick.I’m wearing a navy blouse so sheer you can see my bra.And the denim miniskirt is very short.My newly oiled legs have goosebumps.
Isn’t it a bit cold for bare legs?It’s almost October.I tug down the skirt.
It’ll be hot at the party.Des shakes her head.This outfit is too much.
Phew.That’s what I thought too,I agree.
Let’s focus on one thing: her legs.How about a plain top, like a silk T?With jewelry.
Mia pulls out a black silk top with a V-neck and hands it to me.I can’t get used to changing in front of other people, so I turn my back and put on the new top which is blessedly opaque.Mia adds a couple of gold necklaces.
What you think?Des asks nobody in particular.
It’s as hot as she’s going to get,the always positive Angelica replies.But you can’t bring that huge purse with you.Haven’t you got a wristlet?
I shake my head.I don’t even know what that is.I take my phone out and leave my bag along with my clothes.Angelica jams my phone into her tiny shoulder bag.I don my own long sweater against the chilly night.And off we go.
Tonight’s party is even more headache-inducing than last night’s because of the constant blast of what Angelica informs me is electronic dance music.Whatever it is, I don’t like it.
I also dislike going to parties with Angelica.She keeps telling me that I’m not projecting enough sexual energy.Short of sticking my finger into a socket, I’m not sure what I can do.She already made me shed my sweater shield so half my body is exposed to the room.
Can you show me what sexual energy looks like?I finally ask.
