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With another laugh, I decided, “You’re definitely funny.” I liked this guy. “I’m Raina,” I told him, lifting my hand to shake.
The offer seemed to charm him, but he took my hand politely and shook with me. “Parker.”
“Do you know Oaklynn?” I asked. “She lives here with, like, four other guys. She invited me tonight.”
With an incline of the head, he answered, “I do know Oaklynn. Are youclosefriends with her?”
I shrugged. “We hang out every so often. She’s fun, but I probably know her bestie, Jaylani, better.”
“Hmm.” He nodded, glancing around my face. “You didn’t seem very happy about the idea of your sister finding someone to hook up with while you didn’t. Was that the goal whenyoushowed up tonight?”
I frowned in confusion, not understanding the question, until?—
“Oh! You’re asking if I came here looking to get laid.”
He tipped his head and tightened his mouth as if trying to fight a smile before he admitted, “Something like that.”
“Well.” I thought about my answer for a moment before shrugging. “I guess I’m not completelyopposedto the idea. But it’d have to be with the right guy. You know?”
“Of course.” He nodded, digesting that information before wondering, “And just what would thisright guylook like to you?”
He was angling for me to describe someone like him, I could tell, and a flush worked over me, flattered that I rated high enough on this hottie’s scale to win a notch on his bedpost.
For half a second, I contemplated it. I considered giving up my dream of meeting the great and amazing Foster Union and just letting this hunk sweep me off my feet into what would probably be a single whirlwind night where I’d never see or hear from him again and thus regret it for the rest of my natural life.
Shoulders slumping—because I was way too much of a dreamy romantic to be satisfied with a brief hookup—I ended up blurting, “He looks exactly like Foster Union.”
Parker pulled back in surprise, clearly not expecting that answer. “Union?” he squawked in disgust before hissing, “Ah, fuck. You’re afootballgroupie.”
Gasping in outrage, mostly because he made it sound really awful, I immediately retorted, “I amnot! I barely even know anythingaboutfootball.”
“They never do,” he told me dryly, only to snort degradingly and give a disappointed shake of his head. “You just want to be fucked by someone famous.”
My mouth dropped open, unable to believe what I was hearing. But…but… How could he be so crude and vile to me? And here, I’d thought he wasnice.
“I most certainly donot!” I cried.
“Look, I’m sorry to burst your bubble, honey,” he told me without an ounce of sympathy. “But Foster doesn’t go for groupies.”
“Then, thank God I’mnotone,” I spat back.
Except Parker wasn’t listening. “Frankly, they scare the shit out of him,” he continued. “So you might as well just settle for someone who’d give you a night you’d never forget instead.”
“You mean, someone likeyou?” I asked dryly.
He lifted his hands, affirming it. “Hey, if the shoe fits. You can pretend I’m a famous sports boy if it’ll make you feel better.”
“Bro.” I shook my head with a cringe. “EvenI’mnot drunk enough to sleep with you after you just totally insulted me like that.”
He straightened in surprise. “I didn’t insult you.”
“You called me a groupie,” I reminded him.
His eyebrows lifted. “And that’s an insult?”
“The way you said it, it was. And besides, I donotsleep with guys just because I think they’re famous. Because I’mnota freaking groupie.”
Crossing his arms over his chest, Parker merely smirked. “Is that so? Have you ever evenmetFoster?”
