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“Do you know any of the other girls he might have assaulted?”
She swallows hard and nods. “I haven’t talked to them, but I’ve heard things. I know who they are. I can message them now, if you think I should.”
“Every bit of ammunition against him will help,” I say. “We can’t let him get away with this.”
The party isin chaos for the next hour. Lance’s brother and his partner arrive with a detective, who insists that no one leave until he questions each guest about the events of the evening. Ambrose cuffs MacArthur and takes him away, and the other guests gradually disappear as they’re allowed to leave.
The detective spends as much time with Alex as he spent with me, making a list of the students MacArthur allegedly assaulted. I get a peek at the list when he shows it to me to ask if I know any of the women. There are far too many names, and several are familiar—former students who’ve taken my classes, some of whom have since dropped out, and I can’t discount the possibility that whatever he did to them had something to do with it.
Percy and Lance try their best to keep a polite distance, but are always in my periphery. I wish like hell they were sitting on either side of me, holding my hands. I don’t need to start a scandal in the middle of all this, though, so it’s better this way, but when the detective finally dismisses us, I’m so relieved I nearly collapse when I stand.
Lance is at my side in a blink, and Percy looks like he’d swoop in too, but holds back. Vivian watches us, her shrewd gaze flitting between the two men.
“I’ll be fine,” I say. “I just want to go home.” To Vivian, I add, “Thank you for letting me use your shower and loaning me dry clothes. I’ll return them to Dean Robertson next week.”
She nods and comes close, giving me a tight hug and an air kiss against my cheek. Then she turns to Lance, her gaze darting between him and Percy, who’s not far behind us. “Listen to what she needs. Make sure you take good care of her.”
“That’s the plan,” Lance says. Percy nods silently.
Our ride awaits, a limo Chloe sent over after Percy messaged her with the news. When the three of us climb in, I’m past caring what the dean thinks, if he’s even watching.
“Are we skipping the club?” Lance asks. “Because if we are, I’m going to ask this guy to slide into a drive-through. I’m famished.”
Percy chuckles, but looks at me, eyebrows raised. “It’s up to you. After tonight, I understand if you’d rather just unwind at home.”
They’re sitting across from me on the comfortable leather seats. I’m tempted to just defer to Lance’s hunger when he fidgets and lets out a subtle hiss. I narrow my eyes, studying the way he’s perched on the seat so much more carefully than Percy.
“You’re wearing the plug, aren’t you?” I ask.
His cheeks darken with a flush and he cuts a glance to Percy. “I keep my promises. I wanted to be prepared if you were still in the mood.”
“You know what? It’s only nine. Let’s go straight to the club. My outfit is there, and I could use a masquerade to wash away the memory of that bastard’s hands on me.”
Percy grins and slaps a hand on Lance’s thigh. “Looks like we’re on, kid. I hope you’re ready.”
ChapterTwenty-Seven
Lance
My hunger pangs fade with the look Gwen gives me, and suddenly I don’t give a fuck about food anymore. I want to devourher. But apparently I’m a little dense, because it takes a few seconds for it to sink in thatI’mthe one on the menu tonight.
I’d been sporting a half-chub ever since I lubed up the plug and shoved it in my ass during a bathroom break right before we left the dean’s house. Percy’s and Gwen’s need is so palpable my dick gets fully hard, and I’d probably submit right here in the car if they suggested it.
But I’m forced to wait. At least the dean’s neighborhood isn’t far from Whitewood, so it’s only about a fifteen-minute drive before we pull through the gates and around the circular drive of the house I snuck into more than a month ago. My stomach flutters when the door opens, and I step out, then reach in to help Gwen.
A silver-haired woman stands on the top step before the open doors of the huge Tudor mansion. Her blue gaze is laser-sharp when it scans the three of us. Sweat breaks out on the back of my neck, but she focuses on Gwen, opening her arms when Gwen climbs the steps to greet her.
“Percy gave me the news,” she says. “I’m so glad your ordeal is coming to an end.”
“Thank you for everything, Chloe. I don’t know what I would’ve done without you. Without Whitewood, Percy… everything.”
Chloe nods and leads Gwen through the double doors into a vestibule, where another set of doors open for them. I hesitate on the top step until Percy nudges me.
“You good?” he asks.
“Yeah,” I say, then swallow dryly, positive I’m not very convincing.
“C’mon. She doesn’t bite. Gwen and I both vouched for you.”
