Page 81 of Little Do You Know

“What?” Sebastian asks hoarsely, and I hold my hand out expectantly.

“I’m the designated driver tonight. Keys, please.”

He shakes his head, his brain finally processing what I’m asking for. “Absolutely fucking not.”

I roll my eyes and reach into the front pocket of his pants for the keys, since he wouldn’t give them to me. I did allow him the chance to hand them over first. “Oops,” I whisper with a quick wink, and I don’t think it is possible for his eyes to get that dark.

“Thalia, what are you doing?” Sebastian asks through gritted teeth as I hold them up victoriously.

I maneuver around him to the door. “Are you guys ready to go or what?”

Blake giggles and moves past to join me at the door. “Thalia’s right. We don’t want to be late.”

Then Owen notices, and the disapproval is evident on his face. Except to my surprise, he doesn’t say anything. He nods, and I almost want to laugh because I expected so much more from him. Even Bash looks stunned by Owen’s lack of protest.

We arrive at the Phi Delts house just in time to snag one of the last street parking spots, and I toss the keys back to Sebastian. “Care to hold onto those for me? I don’t have any storage unless you think they’ll clip to my garter belt?”

He scowls but doesn’t say anything as Owen helps Blake out of the car. I don’t miss how his hand lingers on the small of her back possessively as we enter the party.

Owen’s staking his claim on Blake, and it’s cute when they do it. I can confidently say that if Sebastian tries that shit with me tonight, I actually will throat-chop him.

I march into the fraternity house after them, knowing that Sebastian is on my heels. I try to slip away once we’re inside, but I’m unsuccessful. Whenever I turn around, Sebastian is glaring at any guy who even bothers looking my way.

He’s still sipping on the same beer he was handed when we first walked in. I watch as he stares down another guy, deciding enough is enough. “Can you go find someone else to annoy?” I snap over the loud pulsing of music.

“It’s so much fun annoying you, so why would I stop?”

“Because I want to go dance, but you won’t leave me alone long enough to give me the chance to! You’re scaring every guy off, and I’m tired of it.” I give him a hard stare as he smiles at me.

“I’ll dance with you,” Sebastian offers after sipping his beer again.

That is not the solution here. “No thanks. I’m sure Vera would gladly take you up on that offer. She’s only been staring at you all night.” Shit. That was the wrong thing to say. Sebastian’s smile grows wider, and I shouldn’t have let him know I noticed her watching him.

He finishes his beer quickly and pulls me to the dining hall turned dance floor. Instead of dancing with Sebastian, I turn around to dance with the guy behind me. Based on his smile and how he looks me up and down, I’d guess he’s an overeager freshman wanting to get laid. Great. Not who I had in mind, but it’ll piss Sebastian off.

I am too sober for this shit.

But damn does it work. We dance through two songs, with the guy having just worked up the nerve to lean in to talk to me before Sebastian pulls me back by my waist, splaying his hand possessively over my hip. “Thalia, that poor kid looks like he’s about to cream his pants if you dance with him any longer.” His voice tickles my ear as the guy wiggles his eyebrows at me.

It’s awful enough that I turn back around to laugh, resting my head on his chest as I do so. “Oh my god.” I laugh, smiling at Bash, unable to force myself to scowl.

“Thalia Lewis, you’re quite the tease, but I don’t think you need me to tell you that,” he taunts, and I hit the spot where my head was previously resting.

“And you’re quite the asshole Sebastian Walker.”

I wish I could say I wasn’t turned on by his costume, but he wears it well.

“One might even say we go together pretty well,” Sebastian muses, and I step away.I thought the same, but he proved me wrong.

“Yeah, so well we didn’t even make it past the three-week mark,” I reply quickly, and Bash grabs my wrist gently.

His grip is loose enough that I could pull myself away, but part of me is intrigued to hear what he will say next. “Don’t make me handcuff you to me. I don’t trust any of the guys here not to be a little too interested in what’s under your clothes, if you can even call them clothes.”

“But, Bash, that makes you a hypocrite. We both know you’re interested in what’s under my clothes.” I flash him an innocent smile. “Handcuffing is kinky, Officer Walker, but unless you want to follow me into the bathroom while I pee, I’d wait to do that.”

“All right, let’s go. I’ll wait,” he challenges. Really? Not even this will shake him? “For the record, I’m more interested in your heart and mind.”

I ignore him again as I start to make my way to the bathroom, saying hello to some of my friends when I see them. I get a few questioning looks about my very tall and muscular shadow, but all I have to say is Owen made him stay by me all night, and it’ll no longer be a question.

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