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I’m going to die tonight. Die of either overwhelming lust or I’ll die defending the honor of my best friend’s sister when I catch some jackass staring at her when she walks past him.
I pick up my speed as I watch her head for the Challenger, hitting unlock on the key fob, so she can open her own door. I’d open it for her, but the girl is somehow too fast for me, slipping into the passenger seat and disappearing with a gentle slam of the door.
Jogging toward my car, I open the door and slip inside, overwhelmed by the scent of her when I shut it. I glance over at her to find she’s already watching me, an expectant look on her face, her hands resting on her bare thighs.
That fucking skirt is way too short, but I keep my mouth shut. Her scent is even more intensified inside my car, and I wonder if she bathed in it. And when I look a little more closely, I swear there’s some sort of sheen covering her skin, like her lotion had glitter in it or something, and fuck me running, I am in big, massive trouble tonight.
“Are you ready to go?” she asks when I still haven’t started the car.
“Oh yeah.” The engine roars to life and I floor it while still in park, enjoying the sound. Trying to concentrate on that versus the beautiful woman sitting mere inches away from me. It would take nothing to reach out and touch her. Streak my fingers down her arm. Across her chest. Toy with the fabric that’s tied at the center of her chest.
“Let’s go then,” she suggests, laughing when I back out of the parking space with squealing tires before I throw the car in drive and blast out of there like I’ve just robbed a bank and I’m desperate to get away from the cops.
“You’re crazy,” she says, watching me with laughing eyes.
I smile at her before I pull out onto the street. “I think you like it.”
“You don’t know how much.”
THIRTEEN
BLAIR
Pretty sure my plan worked.The moment Cam took in my outfit, his eyes practically bugged out of his head. He didn’t approve, or so he said.
I think he approved plenty. He wouldn’t stop staring at my chest. And he keeps inhaling loudly as he’s driving, and I remember when he commented on my perfume before. I think he likes my Gucci Gorgeous scent. I might need to go buy a vat of that stuff. I sprayed so much on myself tonight as I was getting ready, I probably used up most of the bottle.
Not that I mind. It’s worth using up a bunch of expensive perfume to get that reaction out of Cam, the man who rarely reacts at all.
The closer we get to fraternity row, the quieter Cam gets. He’s quiet enough as it is, so I’m thinking something is seriously bugging him. I just wish I knew exactly what it was.
“Do you not want to go to this party?” I finally ask.
“I want to go. I just—worry what might happen if we walk in together.”
“What? Are you embarrassed to be seen with me?” I’m kind of mad he would say something like this.
“No, it’s not that. I just know if anyone from the team sees us together—and there will be guys from the team there, I can guarantee it—they’re going to tell Knox. And then Knox will ask me about it, and I won’t know what to say.”
“Just say you came with me to babysit. Isn’t that what you said last night?”
He pulls the car alongside the curb, putting the vehicle in park before he turns to look at me. “I don’t want anyone getting the wrong idea.”
“Like what?”
“Like we’re…together.” He faces straight ahead, like he can’t look at me, which builds the anger within me, slowly but surely.
“It’s fine.” Leaning down, I grab my bag off the floorboard and slip the strap onto my shoulder. “We can walk in separately.”
The frat house we’re going to is the next block up. It won’t be much of a walk at all.
“I don’t know—”
“I do know, and that’s fine with me. I’m a big girl. I can walk into a party by myself.” I climb out of the car without another word, slamming the door as hard as I can, the car rattling with the force of it. Shaking my hair back, I head down the sidewalk with my head held high, ignoring Cam who’s trying to—not so discreetly—call my name.
“Cam.” I turn and watch him as he approaches, resting my hands on my hips, annoyed beyond reason. And I’m so tired of being annoyed with Cam Fields. Isn’t he tired of this bullshit too? “You don’t have to go if you don’t want to. Clearly, you’re not comfortable being seen with me, or being with me in general. We’re wasting each other’s time here.”
“What?” He sounds completely confused, and I almost feel sorry for him.
