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“A Ms. Reid.”
“Oh, fuck no,” Zeke grumbles.
“Bree Reid?”
“Yes, sir.”
I take my finger off the button so Zeke and I can speak privately. “What the fuck is she doing here?”
“Fuck knows. But I don’t want to see her,” Zeke says, his lip curled in disgust. “She’s fucking loco.”
I glance between him and the phone on my desk. Curiosity wins out. “Send her in.”
Zeke groans and mumbles something unintelligible under his breath.
“Oh, stop your fucking grumbling.”
Bree walks into my office in a cloud of perfume clutching a Hermès bag over her arm. I offer her a seat, which she accepts, throwing Zeke a look dripping with disdain as she settles in the chair. He glowers at her in return.
“What can I do for you, Bree?” I ask, forcing a smile.
“Actually.” She crosses her legs, and her short skirt rides up, exposing the top of her stockings. I focus on her face. “I’m here about what I can do for you.”
Interest piqued, I lean forward, steepling my hands under my chin. “And what’s that?”
“I’m kind of surprised you don’t already know this to be honest. You must be getting rusty, Ezekiel.” She throws a glance his way, and her fake laugh drips sarcasm and contempt.
He snarls. “What the fuck is that supposed to mean?”
She glances at her manicured fingernails. “You usually check out the women youexperimentwith, don’t you?”
My temper flares. “Is this about Lily?”
“Yes. Well, if that’s even her real name.”
Zeke leans forward now too, his dark eyes shooting daggers at Bree. “What the fuck are you talking about?”
“I’m talking about how an orphan from Brooklyn can afford to go to one of the most prestigious colleges in New York.”
I frown. “She had a scholarship.”
Bree shakes her head. “Did she though? Because the organization that paid her tuition dissolved as soon as she graduated, and it only ever funded one student—Lily Sloane. What kind of scholarship does that?
“She never had a job, either. Not the entire time we were there. Someone was funding her lifestyle, paying her bills. She used to sneak off to meet him sometimes. I caught a glimpse of him once. Young. Handsome. Rich. She couldn’t keep her hands off him.”
I snarl. Bree always had a jealous streak, and that’s all this is. It has to be. “How the fuck do you know any of this?”
“I followed her on one of her little excursions once. I was curious about what she was up to, and I was the sorority house president. I had access to information that other people didn’t.”
“Weren’t you screwing the dean too?” Zeke asks, his tone dripping with contempt.
She smirks. “See, you did such good homework on me, Ezekiel.”
I scrub a hand through my hair as questions with no answers race around my head. “Why are you even telling us this? Why do you care if Lily has some mysterious benefactor?”
“Because I care about Xander, and I would never want to see his name dragged through the mud.”
My frown deepens. “Why would it be?”
