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“Not to mention our new pledges,” Bishop said, shooting me a congratulatory gaze.
Deacon turned on his heel and walked away. “Be ready in thirty minutes,” he called back. “In the living room.”
“Hey!” Bishop shouted.
Deacon stopped and turned to him. “What now?”
“Rector made me president, not you,” Bishop said.
After shooting a condemning glare to the ceiling, Deacon offered Bishop a sardonic grin as he bowed with feigned reverence. “And what say ye, oh eminent leader?”
Bishop turned a pale shade of crimson. “Let’s meet back in half an hour… in the living room,” he said sheepishly.
“What a fabulous idea,” Deacon shot back before storming out of the kitchen.
Bishop turned his attention to me. “Well, now that we’ve settled that, don’t forget that we also have your new status here to celebrate.”
“Oh,” I said with a grin. “Don’t worry. I haven’t forgotten.”
He looked me up and down. “Of course, I always think you look great, no matter what…”
I looked down at my jeans and well-worn grey sweatshirt.
“Maybe you’d like to freshen up before we meet with everyone.”
“Good idea,” I said. Getting to my tippy toes, I reached up to plant a nice wet kiss on his lips. “Meet you in the living room.”
I headed up to my room where I stormed through my closet looking for something appropriate. Did I want to be the serious student? Or did I want to go the sporty route?
Sexy. That’s always worked out well for you.
Right, I thought as I lay my hand on a bright, lime green latex halter top that looked positively delicious with my tight black leather pants.
I quickly threw off my jeans and sweatshirt then squeezed into my leather pants, and finally clasped on the halter top.
For a moment I hesitated between slipping my feet into black stilettos for the full-on sex machine, or go with sneakers for a more laid back feel.
The stilettos won.
Looking at my reflection I was satisfied with the fun, sexy yet sophisticated vibe that I was giving. As a final touch, I pulled the elastic band out of my hair, letting the long locks fall loosely down my back.
“No,” I said as I pulled my hair back up into a messy bun. “Too femme fatale.” I grinned at my reflection. Besides, I thought…why hide my bare back under all that hair?
I opened the door to head out but stepped back into my room for one last thing. I grabbed my black blazer off the back of my desk chair and shrugged it on.
As I headed downstairs, I heard the many tangled voices of the guys already in the living room.
“And there she is,” Deacon said with a forced smile as I arrived. He gestured for me to sit in the chair near where he stood in front of the fireplace.
Bishop, looking uncharacteristically nervous and on edge, stood beside him, clasping and unclasping his hands.
“What is this all about?” one of the guys called out.
“Yeah. What’s going on? Where the hell is Rector?”
“Calm down, Trenton. That is precisely why we’ve called you to this emergency meeting,” Deacon said.
“Yes,” Bishop quickly injected. “This emergency meeting is so that we can tell you the latest news on the House of Saints.”
