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While my meanderings might have looked random to any onlooker, I knew exactly where I was going. With everything that was going on at the House of Saints, I had to talk to the Hunters and tell them what was going on.
In the distance, I saw Dex Billingsley standing by the door to the gymnasium. Wearing a sportscoat, dark blue jeans and a forest green cashmere sweater, he looked like an Ivy Leaguer. Just behind him, on the other side of the door stood Oliver Grant and Garret Oldsman.
Strolling nonchalantly up to them, I smiled as if meeting up with them was purely coincidental.
“For a mole, you’ve been rather quiet lately,” Dex said.
“What can I tell you,” I said. “There hasn’t been much to say. But now…”
He licked his lips as he pushed the door open, and we entered the gymnasium.
“Hello, little lady,” Oliver said as he gave me an appraising glance.
“Hi, Brook,” Garret said. “How’s everything with the Saints?”
“They’re getting ready for the Winter Ball,” I said. “We’ve been put in charge of everything.”
“Everything?” Dex said with a dark grin.
I smiled knowingly at him. “Absolutely everything.”
“How the hell did you pull that off?”
“We convinced the dean to put us in charge as punishment.”
He shook his head, his grin widening. “Wow. Everything. A lot of things can go wrong when preparing such a big event.”
“Plenty can go wrong,” I said. “That’s why I wanted to let you guys know about it. If you guys want to destroy the Saints, this is your chance. Turn this black-tie event into a fiasco and the Saints will be the laughing stock of SAU.”
Oliver and Garret chuckled.
“You’ve got that right,” Dex said. “I sure am glad that you’re on our side, Brook.”
Oliver slipped his arm around my waist and pulled me to him. “I can tell you that I sure appreciate having you at my side.”
“Take it easy, playboy.”
“Ah, come on, Brook. Show a guy a little love.”
“Don’t you think I have my hands full as it is?” I said. “Or should I say I have my pussy full. Fucking these guys, literally and figuratively, is quickly turning into a full-time job.”
“Are they any good at least?” Dex said. “At the literal fucking part.”
“Let’s limit our conversations to the figurative portion of the fucking them over part... for now.”
“You really hate these guys, don’t you?” Garret said.
“Hate is such an ugly word,” I said. I pried Oliver’s hand off my waist and turned to leave. “Well, I’ve done my part. Now theballis in your court, my dear Hunters.”
“We’ll take it from here.”
I leaned into the large handle of the door and pushed it open.
“Sure is a shame,” Oliver said. “We could have so much fun together.”
As I took a step out the door, I glanced back at them and smiled. “No need, my good man. Bishop and Deacon are doing a decent job keeping me… let’s just say… sated.”
“Ha!” Garret called out. “So you do want to talk about it. You do want to talk about fucking them.”
