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“Anyway, you can call me Zeke,” he finishes in a hurry.
“I’m Trevor,” says the blond who opened the door, with a little wave of his dinner plate-sized hand. “I’m in the school of agriculture.”
“Tell her what year you are,” Spencer coaches him with a surprising amount of gentleness.
“Oh, I’m a junior, too,” he finishes with a smile.
“And you know me. I’m Diego,” Diego grins at me.
I feel my cheeks getting red. “So you are all on the team? Youarethe team?”
“We are the starting team. Us and a few others,” Spencer confirms.
“Oh, ha-ha, so are they going to be coming into class too?” I laugh shyly.
“No, just us,” Spencer answers, his expression turning serious. “We are the core team. We do everything together.”
“Everything?” I reply automatically.
But a hush falls over the room.
“Yes, everything,” Diego grins.
Crossing the room diagonally, he comes to sit next to me and leans back in his chair, crossing his leg toward me. My heart hammers as I meet his gaze, which is painfully direct. It’s hard to look at him. It is hard to look at any of them. I feel like I am surrounded by a den of large, friendly puppies. Some more friendly than others.
“It’s gonna be okay,” Diego smiles.
I nod my understanding. What else can I do? It’s not like I can run away now.
Class has already started.
Chapter 9
SPENCER
It’s absolutely amazing that she doesn’t remember anything. At first, I assumed she was putting us on. Playing coy. Playing some kind of game, even.
But now, I’m pretty sure she means it. Last night is a blank. Everything from Diego swooping in like Prince fucking Charming to save her ass to her capturing all four of us on the dance floor and making us all practically catatonic with lust.
It didn’t take long. We weren’t going to fuck her or anything like that. She was obviously drunk. But the woman who came out of the bathroom was not the same woman who went in. Sure, she was still three sheets to the wind, but she was also on fire.
She came back out towing Trevor and Zeke obediently behind her, her eyes fixed on mine as she strutted across the dance floor. Frankie pumped up the music until the lights vibrated in response.
Transfixed, she walked right up to me and stopped, then arched her back as the music overtook her. Slowly she raised her arms over her head, letting her spine drift subtly back and fork in a snake-like motion that had me mesmerized.
From across the room, Diego saw us and came to join us. Soon all four of us had surrounded her, protectively walling her off from outside eyes as she danced in a sinuous, ethereal, seductive way that was just about irresistible.
Just about… But still. I prefer sober girls. Call me old-fashioned.
Today, I thought it was a joke when she walked in. I kept expecting the punchline. But then she looked terrified to see us all in the same room. From time to time I could practically see the memories sparking back to life behind her eyes.
So, now what?
It’s a little weird. Wouldn’t she be offended to know that we knew something about her she doesn’t know? Like if we had watched her sleeping or something?
Which we didn’t do. After that one song, Zeke and Trevor took her home. They got her Gatorade and made sure she was locked in her dorm room. Diego and I made sure the two people she was with didn’t follow her.
Diego said the other woman was an art student. Someone who prided herself on being avant-garde. Someone who was awfully close to the boisterous, bald, over-the-hill jerk she was sitting with. I figured he was paying her or something. A lot of girls dabble briefly in prostitution during college. It’s expensive to be here.
