Page 75 of Frat House Fling

“Did she give you room service?” I asked him directly.

Awareness showed in his eyes. “Yeah, she did. Did she do that for you, too?”

“Yes.”

We stared at each other for a while longer, and I tried to figure out how I felt about this. Hailey had been very good to Ian. She’d seen him through a tough time. But I couldn’t help wondering what, uh, had been on the menu when she’d provided him with room service.”

“Why the fuck would you need room service?” Grant asked. “You two don’t even have tables in your rooms.”

For some reason, that made me laugh. Hailey had done just fine with a rolling chair—we hadn’t needed a table. Ian looked half amused, half concerned. I wondered if he was worried about what Hailey had done with me—or he was worried about whether I was mad about what she’d done with him.

“You two are insane. Just eat in the fucking dining room,” Grant said grumpily.

“But then people might see,” Ian said, and I cracked up. He did too.

And… ah, shit. Grant was many things, but he was no fool. He cocked his head to the side, staring Ian down. “Care to share the joke?”

“Not really.”

Grant looked at me. “Is there something I should know about?”

“It's not any of your business,” I said.

“I’m the vice president. Everything that happens in this house is my business.”

“It’s nothing. Just drop it, please.”

Sometimes, when I spoke sincerely Grant listened. This wasn’t one of those times.

“Maybe I’ll just go ask Hailey herself what this room service business is.”

“No!” Ian and I said at the same time.

“Then start talking.”

I exchanged a glance with Ian. He looked as conflicted as I did. But what choice did we have?”

“Well, you see—“ Ian began, but I interrupted him.

“Wait. First, Grant, I need your word that you won’t tell anyone about this—and you won’t tease her about it.”

“Sure.”

“No, I’m serious. I need your oath as a Rho Kappa Alpha.”

Grant’s face was puzzled. He knew as well as I that an oath like that was an ironclad promise between fraternity brothers.

“You have my oath,” Grant said simply.

Ian and I exchanged a look and then I nodded for him to go ahead.

He looked concerned, but Grant had taken the oath. “Well, it happened when I was so down about my advisor…”

Ian explained what Hailey had done—and what she’d worn—but didn’t provide any details about what happened after she entered his room.

Grant looked incredulous. “Seriously? She wore that little costume?”

“Yes,” Ian said.

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