I study her for a few seconds, taking in her oversized Seahawks hoodie and long, bare legs.
“You wearing anything under that?”
“If you came her for a quick fuck, you can think again.”
“I actually came for more than that, but now that you mention it...”
Her lips purse in frustration.
“What. Do. You. Want. Cole?” she spits. She tries to look angry, scary even, but all it does it make her even more attractive. Her fire calls to the frozen parts deep within me.
“Party for two?” I say, holding up the bottle of vodka and the large packet of Twizzlers in my hand.
She glances at them. Her lips part, I’m assuming to tell me to go to hell, but then she changes her mind.
“Only because you brought Twizzlers.”
Chapter Fifteen
Hadley
Cole is in my dorm room.
Again.
I’d almost ignored him, but then he’d mentioned my parents and I knew... I knew he was here for some reason other than the party for two he’d suggested.
“Make yourself comfortable,” I grumble, watching with disbelief as he drops onto my bed and kicks off his sneakers.
He doesn’t bother asking for a glass, just uncaps the vodka and drinks it straight from the bottle. Barely flinching after two long pulls, he offers it to me.
I hesitate, because getting drunk with Cole is probably the worst idea I can think of. But he’s here, in my room, with a knowing look in his eyes that has butterflies flapping in my stomach.
A couple of swigs to take the edge off won’t hurt.
I snag the bottle from his hands and our fingers brush, sending shivers up my spine. He frowns, his dark gaze fixed on where our skin touches. I snatch my hand away and bring the bottle to my lips. The liquor burns, making my eyes water and stomach tense, but I don’t complain.
“What are you really doing here?” I ask him again, hoping that I’m wrong about my suspicions.
“I found out something interesting today.” He opens the packet of Twizzlers and pulls one free, teasing his lips with it. For a split second, I’m jealous. I’m jealous of a stick of candy being so close to his sinful, delicious lips.
You’re pathetic.
“You did? That’s... nice.”
“I thought so too, Hadley Dove Rexford.”
My brows crinkle. It’s not scandalous that he’s learned my middle name, but it is odd since I’ve never told a soul about it.
But before I can ask how he knows, Cole climbs off the bed and prowls toward me. “What are you hiding, Little Dove?”
My eyes screw tight as I inhale a sharp breath.
Dove.
Tim used to call me that.
“And here I thought you were different,” he says in a low voice. “But you’re just like all the rest of them. Daughter of a wealthy businessman, heir to an empire. I should have known you were—”