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Chapter Twelve
Task #1 for Thursday: All the officers except for Helios have morning classes. Get them up.
MJ nodded determinedly to herself as she closed her daily planner and stuck it back in her jeans’ back pocket. She couldn’t help smiling to herself, though. She did her best to fight it, but really she was too happy. Last night’s encounters (with an S, dear Lord, with anS!) were embarrassingly fresh in her mind. Just thinking about it made her cheeks pink, her mouth dry, and her body tingle all over. The memories were literally electrifying her body, and it was all she could do not to shiver, tap dance, and twirl around all at the same time.
She walked past Andreus’ door to check on Yuri. Andreus frequently travelled, more so than what should have been right for a college student. Just last night he had gone away again. MJ had a feeling he would have totally flunked out if Derek Christopoulos, the son of the university’s founder and chairman, wasn’t an honorary member of the club as well.
Upon peeking inside, MJ saw Yuri’s bed was already made up and the room empty. Yuri was the only one who did that, a curious thing for a billionaire’s heir.
She knocked on Kellion’s door next, and when no one replied, she opened the door and poked her head in. “Kellion?”
No answer.
She walked inside and saw the club’s vice president lying on his back. Like the other officers, Kellion liked sleeping in the buff. Looking at his muscular half-naked body, MJ wondered why the sight of it didn’t do anything for her. But if this was Helios?
Her toes curled, and sighing dreamily, she headed to the windows and drew the blinds up. She said over her shoulder, “Good morning, Kellion!”
He didn’t stir.
MJ headed back to the bed, hands planted on her hips. “Good morning, Kellion.”
Nothing.
Since she was in a very good mood, she generously decided to give him another chance. “Gooooood morning, Kellion.”
Nope, still no reaction.
She took a deep breath.
“AAAH AAAH AAAH...”
Kellion jerked awake as the most terrible sound invaded his dreams. It sounded like a cross between a weeping walrus and a hiccupping hippopotamus, and the strange creature was singing, of all things, the lyric-less solo of The Little Mermaid.
He slammed his pillow over his head, trying to mute the God-awful noise.
MJ pulled the pillow away, singing more loudly. If she were honest, she was actually doing her best not to sing out of tune. Guessing by Kellion’s tortured expression, she had not succeeded. “Aaaaah aaah aaahh....aaah aaah aaah....”
Kellion threw his pillow to the floor. Cracking one eye open, he said with a scowl, “You know what? I think you sing better when you’re having sex.”
MJ gasped.
