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I immediately turn my attention away, hoping not to have been surprised by my roommate. Leo scrutinizes me with a smile, a glass in his hand which he sips heartily, glancing around a few times.
“Not interested.”
“Still thinking about Harriet?”
I shrug my shoulders, ignoring the pain in my chest that mention causes.
I haven’t thought of Harriet all evening.
“There are hundreds of chicks here tonight, find yourself a girl and crash at her place!”
I have an idea right now, but I think there are one or two rules that prevent me from doing it. If not three, one of which is particularly important:the bro-code. Suddenly it hits me. If tonight I want to be in peace, to be focused on something other than the blonde who is driving me crazy, making me lose my senses, and starting to take up too much space in my head, I have to find myself a girl.
Otherwise, I will not control myself.
And even if the waitress is easy prey, there is a slight issue of her working, and I don’t have all night.
“Don’t worry,” I say cheerfully, “I’ll find myself one!”
I turn my attention back to the dance floor and stop at the first possible target. Leo by my side is laughing, and I enterthe fastest hunting plan in history. The brunette—a few steps from Scar—wiggles her hips a few steps away and gives me a mischievous smile.
Too easy.
I put my glass down and walk towards her with a determined step, letting her examine me from head to toe with a knowing look. When I get to her, I don’t need to do anything, her arms wrap around my neck and her lips stick to my ear.
“Took you a long time,” she coos. “I’ve been trying to get your attention for an hour.”
I put a hand on her hip and gently move a strand behind her ear.
A real gentleman.
I know that I don’t even need to work much with her, to flirt with her, to promise her mountains and wonders, she’s already seduced. Her mouth is heart-shaped, chest pressed against my chest, she moves her hips to rub against me. I’m already at attention. Not for her, but her fingers slide around the edge of my T-shirt and that’s enough to confirm what I already know: Scarlett can go to hell.
Tonight, I’ll fuck.
Thebro-codewill remain intact.
25
Scarlett
I rage.
Staring without any restraint the brunette who’s rubbing herself against Nolan like a bitch in heat. Hands on his neck, she’s placed her back so her ass wiggles against him. I want to throw up, pull her by the hair and push Nolan off the damn dance floor.
He never dances.
It has to be tonight that he put his booty call under my nose. He’s single, he was very happy to remind me. As much as his monumental forgetfulness of what we exchanged on the couch.
Damn it.
But he can’t have forgotten. Not after asking me that exact same question, the one before our kiss. So why say he doesn’t remember kissing me? For touching me like I was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. I can still hear his breath in my ear, the tingling in my chest, on my skin, the fire between my legs. I can still feel the bump between his thighs that he pushed against my ass.
He still hasn’t really forgotten everything, has he?
Tonight, he kills me a little more by engaging withher. A complete stranger who hasn’t stopped staring at him since I arrived. How do I know? Because I couldn’t take my eyes off him from the second he walked into that nightclub. From his khaki jeans—number one on the list of pants that make Nolan Jones a hell of an ass—and his white T-shirt slightly rolled up on his biceps. His skin looks even more tanned, his arms more muscular, his torso harder. As soon as I saw him go to the bar, I couldn’t help but follow him.
Crappy idea? Completely. Especially when I think that despite all these years, I still can’t get used toit. All these girlswho eat out of his hand, who want to share a moment with him. I never noticed if it’s like that withallhockey players. If my brother also has his harem. When it comes to Nolan, it’s obvious to me every time. It’s even worse since the news that he’s single has spread across the campus like a wildfire.
