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“Why? I’m so close,” I teased her and bit her earlobe. “Has this ass seen a lot of action? Some locker room spit roasts with the team? How many of the stuffed shirts your parents set you up with have been inside this tight body? Do they let you call them Daddy?”
“Ash!” She ripped herself off my lap and glared at me. Ash? It was the first time she’d ever called me by my nickname. Her cheeks were pink, her hair tousled. She’d never looked more fuckable. “You’re a pig.”
“I thought I was your boyfriend. Giving up already?” I goaded her.
She grabbed her bag and slung it over ger shoulder, dismissing me with a curled lip.
“Never,” she tossed at me and flounced out of the coffee shop.
I watched her go and enjoyed the damn view.
Winter lived on Greek row, in the tallest, most expensive sorority house, right at the end. Of course she did. Sneaking in during the day, with keys, wasn’t difficult. Luckily, Selena, her roommate, was out.
It was obvious which side of the room was Winter’s. While Selena’s had posters of pop groups and hot guys, and enough makeup to open a store weighing down the surfaces, Winter’s side was tidy and expensive. Every single thing was designer. Her restrained, classic taste was evident from her bedspread to the books she had in a single line along a shelf.
The only area that wasn’t curated was the wall of photos. A collage of black-and-white shots decorated the wall beside her bed. Pictures of Hade Harbor and the beach, the dunes undulating into a dark sky, ripples in still water. Abstract and beautiful, they seemed to capture some essence of where we lived better than I’d ever seen before.
I had a shift later at The Clutch, a biker bar just off the highway. I had just enough time to make my presence known.
Grabbing some scissors off her desk, I got to work on her underwear drawer first. In my opinion, there wasn’t a single pair of panties in existence that couldn’t be improved by being crotchless, especially Winter’s. I had a hunch she’d really suit nipple-less bras, too. I planned to find out.
Next, I headed for her wardrobe, Sharpie in hand. She had recovered far too quickly for my liking from having BRAT written across her forehead. We’d see how she’d like finding my little messages on her clothes.
Lastly, I pulled up her mattress and carefully stepped on a few wooden rungs on the bedframe, bringing my thick-soled boots down just enough to make the boards close to breaking along the middle. Rearranging the mattress, I looked around, making sure I wasn’t missing anything. My eyes landed on her nightstand. It was time to find out what the Ice Queen liked to keep secret.
Inside was a velvet bag. I opened it, peering inside at the much-talked-about golden vibrator. I’d be taking that for the time being. Next time she wanted to use it, she’d have to beg me for it back. I tucked it into my backpack and froze.
At the bottom of the drawer was a small piece of tied rope. It was the only other thing in there. The Carrick bend knot I’d given her for her birthday. Why would she keep that? I rubbed a finger across the material then closed the damn drawer and headed out.
Sure, this was petty as shit, but it was also fun.
Winter
It was only the first week back, and I’d already dropped my keys somewhere and had to wait outside for half an hour for someone to show up to let me in. If I believed in omens, it wouldn’t be a good sign for this academic year.
Now, I lay on my bed and slowly turned the pages of my textbook. I was studying art history, one of the subjects my parents actually approved of. I had a terrible suspicion it was because it was a subject that made for a well-rounded wife for some stuffy finance douche my father would dig up one day. I didn’t care. I just liked taking photographs, and studying art history was fascinating. There was so much to learn, even through more traditional mediums, that could apply to taking photographs, from framing to color and light theory.
“Hey, there’s someone downstairs for you.” Selena stepped into the room and shot me a salacious look.
She had no idea that I’d humiliated myself in front of Asher, basically begging him to pretend to be my boyfriend, only to be brutally rebuffed.
“I’m not home,” I muttered.
“Oh, I think you’ll want to see who it is,” Selena said, wriggling her eyebrows.
Who would she be making that face for? Asher? Maybe he’d changed his mind?
I got up and glanced in the mirror as I passed. I’d fluffed my hair a few times and pinched my cheeks before I realized what I was doing. Preening. For the man who’d threatened me with a knife, spanked me, and cut my hair. Maybe insanity was contagious.
I headed downstairs, hot on Selena’s heels. He was waiting in one of the drawing rooms. The Zeta Pi Nu house had been in the sorority for generations and was a grand old dame. She had dressing rooms, parlors, and even a dumbwaiter.
I pushed open the door to the room and went in, my heart suddenly racing. Was I excited to see Asher? God. He could never know.
I stared at the man standing at the window, looking out at sorority row. My heart dive-bombed.
Trent turned around and gave me a broad smile.
“Winter, welcome back to campus.” He nodded toward Selena. “I just met your friend. She was really talking you up…I heard you don’t really date.”
