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“Don’t worry about Deacon,” Bishop said, putting his hand on my shoulder to give me a small squeeze. “We go way back. Same with Rector. Deacon always comes around, but he needs to be the practical one. The one who reminds us of our duties, our obligations, and who we are. It's the pastor son in him, I guess. Let me handle him. And you…just keep being yourself.” Bishop smiled. “You know, he really doesn’t hate you as much as he let on. In fact, he’s pretty hot for you. You know that, don’t you? Rector, me, and Deacon…when you said you came to pledge at our fraternity to look for a lover, well…that got us three competing amongst each other to be that special lover, despite trying to be professional leaders of the Saints. So, at least know that Deacon isn’t different from Rector and me. He just shows it in a different way.”
“Thanks,” I said as I squeezed Bishop’s arm. “I appreciate you standing up for me and explaining how Deacon can be hot and cold.”
He shrugged and flashed me a crooked smile. “I think that Deacon is being unfair this time, but let’s try to get him to loosen up. Once he’s over the stress of these past few weeks, he’ll be the Deacon I know and love.”
I turned away from him and went to the window.
It was a beautiful day out; sunny, a light breeze and plenty of bird activity. Under different circumstances, it would have been the perfect day for a stroll, a nice walk around the campus, a picnic on the beach.
But as it stood, I had other things to do.
“What’s going on with Deacon?” I whispered, bringing the pain of betrayal to my words. Despite some hot and heavy times Deacon and I shared, he would turn again and distrust me. Why? “The way he looks at me… like I have no business being here.” I turned to face Bishop. “What did I do to make him so suspicious of me?”
“Like I said, don’t worry about Deacon,” Bishop said. He came to me, grasped my shoulders and brought me close to him. “He’s spent too much time surrounded by dudes. The way I see it, he’s not used to having a woman in the house.”
“Yeah,” I said. “But that still doesn’t explain just how rude and cold he is. I mean, the other guys… the pledges, they’re not used to having a woman in the house either, but they’re all pleasant and polite.”
Bishop shrugged. “Yeah, but Deacon isn’t used to being around someone who is so hot and beautiful. I guess you distract him more than he can handle.”
“That might be so,” I said with an uncomfortable shrug. “But he’s making it impossible to live here.” I looked up at him with my big doe eyes. “I think it was wrong for me to accept being Senior Saint.” I looked down, sniffling back my chagrin. “I think I should step down… maybe even leave the fraternity altogether.”
“Leave?” Bishop said. He cupped my chin and brought my gaze back to meet his. “No. Never. That wouldn’t solve anything. Deacon has a problem and it’s up to him to deal with it.”
“You really think I should stay?”
“I think you must stay. Brook, you’ve earned your place here, and you’ve heard the title of Senior Saint.” He grasped both my hands in his and squeezed. “You worked harder than every other pledge. You outshined them all. They might have a hard time swallowing that defeat… you being a woman and all… but that’s their problem, not yours.”
I pulled my hands from his hold and turned my back to him. “It’s not fair that I be treated this way just for being a woman.”
I emphasized my words by shrugging off my blazer, exposing my bare back to Bishop. He audibly gasped, inhaled sharply and swallowed loudly.
“I can understand how Deacon could be distracted by you,” Bishop whispered. “How can he not? I mean, I’m having a hard time concentrating. You have a way of…”
His words faded away as his lips settled onto the heated skin of my shoulder.
“A way of… what?” I said in a heated and throaty tone.
“You’re just so hot, Brook,” he said, the aching plain in his voice.
I glanced over my shoulder at him. “Do you really think I’m hot?”
“You are damn hot,” he whispered as he lay a series of kisses across my shoulder. “How could you doubt it. Look at you.”
“Deacon seems to think that I’m dressed inappropriately.”
“What does Deacon know about fashion?” he said. “Besides, that doesn’t really change anything. You could wear a potato sack and you would still be hot.”
Giggling, I turned to face him. “You're sweet.”
“And you are so freakin’ hot that I am dying over here. Look at me,” he said as he glanced down at his crotch. “Look at the effect you have on me. How am I supposed to remain professional when you look at me like that.”
Bringing my hand between us, I gently brushed the back of my hand against his crotch.
He pulled a tight breath in between his teeth. “Oh, damn.”
“I’m sorry,” I said innocently. “I didn’t mean to…” Once again, I brushed the back of my hand against his crotch. “Oops. There I go again.”
“And again and again,” Bishop groaned as he turned my palm to his crotch and pressed my hand tighter to him.
