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I nodded along. It was arousing watching Rafael’s brain work in action. He was a grinning devil ninety-nine percent of the time, but when there was a job to be done, he was all focus and drive. The same energy he devoted to giving me countless orgasms in bed.
“Wednesday we do it for real. You ready for this?”
“Absolutely,” I said before he finished the question. “The Phantom has kicked back in the shadows long enough. He can do that in hell.” Rising up on the stool, I kissed him. “I want to do it. Spike the carafe. Get the truth out of Wesley. Lucien said it’s different when you’re giving the orders, and someone is carrying out the punishment for you. He was right.
“It’s way less satisfying. I don’t need the club to destroy the Phantom or bring down T.O.D. The minute I set foot on campus, they already lost.”
“Once again, you are so fucking sexy right now. We’re not going to make it upstairs.”
We didn’t make it upstairs.
Rafael plowed me right there on the kitchen table. At some point, Cato wandered in, grabbed a plate, and started eating without a care to what we were doing next to him. After he finished, he bent my head back and stuck his dick in my mouth without so much as a growl.
The Dumont brothers spit-roasted me for most of the afternoon and into the evening. Eventually we took it upstairs and explored every position a threesome could twist themselves into until we passed out in a pile on Rafael’s bed.
Sunlight streamed through the blinds the next morning, painting light on two sleeping forms and one figure writing, erasing, and writing on a scrap of paper. I said I wanted to be the one who ultimately brought down Wesley. That left me to work out the plan.
The staff were pretty invisible. They set out the food for the buffet, then stayed on the other side of the counter—only interacting with us when they cooked something to order. They’ll set the carafes out and walk away without a problem.
Getting to the carafe is the easy part. It’s spiking it in a room full of people that’s tricky. Lots of students grab food early because of sport practice. Even more of them hang out in the café late when they’re fueling up for a long night. From opening to closing, the place is never empty. I had to spike the coffee in plain view of everyone.
I went back and forth, jotting down ideas for distractions. I had to get people to look one way, while I carried out business in the other. If only the Book Lady had made her debut that morning.
I filled the guys in when they woke up.
“The best time is early morning when only the jocks are up. What we’ll do is...” I walked them through where to go, what to do, and where to stand. Rafael accepted all of it. If my plan wasn’t good, he would’ve said so. This was it. I was getting one step closer to the Phantom.
“About Wilder,” I said, drifting up to the ceiling again. “Do you think he’s still in there? I’ve called him dozens of times and he’s not answering.”
“He could be in there. He’s got a stash of food and water that’ll last him for weeks,” Rafael confessed. “Either way, we should count him out for this one. If he thinks his brother is a threat, the best thing he can do is prepare for it.”
“What kind of threat could he be though? And why didn’t Wilder mention him when we talked about his family?”
Rafael just shrugged. It was Wilder. He didn’t know any more about his deep secrets than I did.
“Let’s go,” I said, checking the time. “I don’t want to wait another minute. Let’s do this now.”
Now was forty minutes later.
Rafael, Cato, Lucien and I were a silent group, strolling up the stairs at six o’clock on the dot. As early as we were, a group of guys from the basketball team loitered in front of the entrance—rushing in the second one of the staff opened the door.
The guys and I exchanged looks, then split apart at the threshold. Cato, Rafael, and I went in while Lucien stayed outside.
I went up to the buffet, taking my time choosing between waffles or French toast.
“Morning,” Rafael greeted, leaning over the counter. “I’ve got a big order, ladies. Hope you got your whisks warmed up.”
Giggles and flirty replies floated out of the kitchen. I didn’t blame them. Rafael charmed everyone he met.
“I’ll have the bacon, cheddar, and potato hash. Strawberry pain au chocolat. German apple pancake. Avocado waffle sandwich. Maple and blueberry crepes.”
“Coming right up.”
The staff went scurrying around the kitchen, all of them needed to fulfill his orders on time. Good thing the stoves all faced the opposite direction of the drinks station. That done, I turned to Cato.
