“You’re welcome to sit anywhere you want.”
She did just that, plopping her shapely ass down on my lap. “I noticed you looking at me.”
“You’re a hard person to miss.”
“So are you. You’re the best-looking guy at this party.”
“Is that so?” I took another draw on my beer, and Little Miss Longlegs took it from my hand when I was done. She brought it to her lips and sucked down half the bottle. Finishing, she made a loud ahhh sound.
“What’s your name, legs?”
“Alexa. What’s yours?”
“Drew.” I took the beer back and finished it off. “Who’s the guy you came here with?”
“Oh, that’s just Levi.”
“Not a boyfriend or anything?”
She shook her head. “Nope. He’s just Levi. He lives in Douglasville, not too far from me. He’s good with cars. Sometimes he fixes mine.”
Just then, Levi tagged Alexa from the doorway. He didn’t look happy to find her sitting on my lap.
I lifted my chin in his direction. “You sure Levi doesn’t think you’re more than just friends? Looks like he’s a little pissed off right now.”
She had been sitting with her legs across my lap, but she shifted to face me and swung one over to straddle my hips, effectively blocking my view of her scowling mechanic. “Now you can’t see him.”
I clasped my hands behind her back. “My view just got a whole lot better.”
It was less than an hour later when she asked me to show her my room. Of course, I obliged. I’m nothing if not accommodating to beautiful women. I’d been living at college going on four years now. Some women were straightforward about what they wanted. I was busy and not looking for a relationship, and I appreciated a woman who didn’t play games, got straight to the point.
Alexa’s fingers were at the zipper of my shorts before I closed the bedroom door. I pushed her up against it to block out the party, and it also slammed shut—two birds, one stone.
“You’re applying to law school next year?” she asked as I felt up her tits. It should have set off an alarm since I hadn’t mentioned my plans for the future. But…she had great tits. And killer legs. Those were currently wrapped around my waist. I’d also been drinking since the afternoon.
“Yeah. I’ll probably stay at Emory. My father and grandfather are legacy.”
After that, we brought in the new year with a bang.
Great memories.
Bad idea.
Drew
“You what?” Roman Olivet stared at me like I’d just told him I killed Queen Elizabeth. He shook his head. “Bad idea, man.”
I looked down at my scotch, swirling the amber liquid in my glass for a minute before bringing it to my lips. “She’s going to help me while Tess is out for three months in exchange for rent. It’ll give her a chance to find a place she can afford and get back on her feet.”
Roman sucked back his beer. “I asked you to rent me space two years ago, and you told me you couldn’t share space with anyone.”
“I can’t. This is temporary.”
He squinted at me. “She’s hot, isn’t she?”
“What’s that got to do with anything?”
“You’re such a dick.”