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“Well, look who decided to show up.” Grant’s voice is booming as he enters the room with Trip right on his heels.
Grant clearly just showered. His auburn hair is slicked back out of his face, still wet and slightly dripping. He’s wearing a flannel shirt, unbuttoned and hanging open. Just like Jason, he has well-defined muscles, but Grant is on the leaner side. The joggers he wears hang low, showing off his well-pronounced V-line.
“Have a hard time finding the place?” he asks, placing the shopping bag in his hands down next to the counter.
I shake my head slowly, pretending that I haven’t done an appreciative sweeping glance of the star running back. “Nope, I just didn’t want to be here.”
He and Trip chuckle. It’s not a pleasant sound. Trip walks past Jason, opens a cabinet, and pulls out four shot glasses and a bottle of tequila.
“I highly suggest next time, you be punctual. When we give you a time to arrive, you need to be here,” Grant says as I watch Trip pour the alcohol.
“Don’t bother pouring me one,” I tell him as he tips the mouth of the bottle into the fourth shot glass.
“You’re going to take a shot with us,” Grant says, nodding in Trip’s direction. Trip sees it and continues to pour me a drink.
I turn and glare at Grant. “I’m not drinking anything.”
He’s not fazed by my heated look. Grant simply watches me, waiting. Placing my hands on my hips, I emphasize my stance by adding,
“I just told you—no.”
Grant moves so fast, I’m not ready for him. Suddenly his fingers are digging into my hair, grabbing hold of it, and yanking my head back. His body presses up against my front, forcing my back to bend over the edge of the counter behind me. My gasp is cut off as his other hand comes up around my throat and squeezes.
“Let’s get one thing straight, right off the bat,” Grant says calmly, staring down into my face with an expression I can’t read. “Whatever we say, goes. You’re our little plaything, Briella. If I tell you to take a shot, you’re going to take a shot. If Trip pours you a glass and hands it to you, you take it and thank him. If Jason wants to take a shot off your body, you’ll lay there and let him and thank him for that too. You got that?”
He loosens his hold on my throat enough for me to gulp in a deep breath of air.
“You can’t do this to me,” I hiss.
Grant’s mouth twitches upward into a harsh smile. His hand in my hair tightens as he steps back. He yanks my head forward and then down, effectively forcing me onto my knees in front of him.
“Cut it out!” My hands fly up to claw at his.
“These walls are pretty soundproof, so screech all you want, dollface,” Grant says from above me, shaking my head side to side in order to avoid getting scratched.
I open my mouth to do just that, but he yanks my hair again and I’m thrown onto my back right there on the kitchen floor. The air huffs out of me in a woosh. I stare up into his face, dazed and terrified. My heart races. Grant straddles me and raises a brow. At the same time, to my absolute dismay, my nipples begin to bead painfully tight under my bra.
Girls! Behave, behave!They don’t listen.
“We can play this game all night, but I have other fun activities in mind. So, how about you listen to what we have to say?” he asks. “You’re here because we’ve all decided we want you. But you’re also here because you’re a fucking bitch who stole someone else’s job, and we’ve managed to twist the situation to benefit us. Honestly, we’re actually pretty impressed. We knew you couldn’t possibly be the demure librarian you pretend to be, and we were right. Thanks for giving us the leverage we needed to lure our toy right into our hands.”
“Please, don’t do this.” I don’t know exactly what I’m asking him not to do, but maybe they have hearts somewhere inside them, and will listen as I plea with them.
Grant’s gaze drops to my lips as he drags in a harsh breath. “Fuck, the things I’ve dreamed about doing to you would make even Satan blush.”
Trip laughs. “You sure youaren’tSatan, man?”
Grant looks up and flashes his friend a grin. “I’ll double check my resume and get back to you.” He looks down at me, his grin fading in the process. “Here’s how this is going to work. We want a doll, something we can play with when we’re not in class, working, or at a game. Our doll will do as she’s told when she’s in our company, and she’ll come when called if we summon her. If you play along like a good girl, you may even have some fun. But on the off chance you want to be a brat, none of us have a problem putting you in your proper place.Andif you decide to really push us,” he reaches into his back pocket and pulls out a folded piece of paper. “We’ll just send this straight to the dean’s office and be done with you.”
I open and shut my mouth, unable to find words while horror, indignation, and disgust pool within me. Taking a deep breath I try again, “For how long?”
Grant tilts his head as he considers this. “I suppose we can’t hang your indiscretion over your head forever—”
“We can’t?” Trip asks, mildly surprised.
Grant shakes his head without looking away from me. “No, that just wouldn’t be fair, would it? So how’s this? You’re ours until the end of the school year. Or until we get bored with you. Whichever comes first.”
A wholeschoolyear? Whatever blood remains in my face, drains swiftly. Angry tears start to well up and cloud my vision.
