Page 28 of Chase Lovett Wants Me

“But what about the deal we made? I owe you another orgasm.” I know this is the wrong thing to offer, but I’m unsure how to fix this. I thought I had more time with her. What if this hotel room is all we’ll ever have?

Before I drop to my knees and do something worse, like beg Cammie for the opportunity to bury my fingers and my face in her pussy before we leave, there’s a knock on our door. “It’s Colby, your resident advisor.”

Cammie skirts around me and throws the door open, already wearing her backpack.

“Lovett and Lovelock, you’ve been released back to the dor—” His eyes flare as he takes in Cammie standing before him and me, still standing by the rumpled bed, the broken pullout couch behind me. There is no way I can broaden my stance wide enough to hide it. “What the fudge is going on in here? Where’s your roommate, Lovett?”

“I’m standing right here.” Cammie points to herself. “I’m Cameron Lovelock. Cammie for short.” She points to me. “And that’s Chase Lovett, which you and the rest of the campus already know.”

“But, but.” The color drains from Colby’s face as he glances between us. “Why didn’t either of you report the error? I would have reassigned one of you.”

I tuck my hand into my pocket. “I did try to tell you, but you were dealing with a crier and told me it would have to wait until morning. We handled the situation on our own.”

“But the couch is broken. How did the couch get broken?”

“Chase dove onto it once we set it up and it didn’t survivehim,” Cammie explains flatly as a flush works its way up her neck and into her cheeks.

“You only had one bed,” Colby states.

“Yes,” Cammie and I say at the same time.

“Chase, I need to speak to you in the hall.” Colby tries to sound authoritative but his voice is all pitchy.

“I’m heading out so you two can have whatever discussion you need to have inside the room. I’ll report the broken couch to the front desk.”

“It’s my fault it’s broken, I can do it,” I offer.

“It’s fine. I really don’t mind.” Cammie turns to Colby. “Chase was a perfect gentleman last night. He offered to take the pullout couch and to sleep on the floor, so whatever lecture you’re about to give him is probably unnecessary. Unless it’s about the broken couch, but honestly, that thing is a piece of shit, and it was only a matter of time before someone fell through it. At least it was a virile, strapping young man and not some poor old guy who would have been stuck all night in the hole. Also, I have a black belt in karate and I can literally flip Chase over my shoulder.” She salutes both of us. “See you back on campus.”

Cammie slips past Colby and speed walks down the hall, disappearing down the stairs. At least this isn’t like one of my party hookups and I can find her again without any trouble.

“There’s no way she could flip you over her shoulder,” Colby muses.

“She’s not lying. She did it last night.”

“I thought she said you were a perfect gentleman.”

“I was. She was disoriented in the middle of the night when she used the bathroom and I scared her when she came out.”

“Wow.” Colby rubs the patchy scruff on his chin. “Can you do me a favor?”

“You don’t want me to say anything about the mix-up with me ending up in a room with a pint-sized female-identifying student,” I supply.

“I could get in a lot of shit.”

“People already know.”

“What people?”

“Brody and Gage.”

“Shit.”

“And maybe a few other people.”

“Like who? You better not spread rumors about her.”

I tuck a hand into my pocket and frown. “I wouldn’t do that.”

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