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“Ha! I love that. It’s totally going down in my vocabulary.” She closed her eyes, like she was blocking me out and stopping our conversation. Wasn’t it sad that all she had to do to effectively shut me out was close her eyes?

“I’m good. Those girls deserved everything they got for being bad humans. I’d hope they learned their lesson, but self-absorbed girls like that never do. They didn’t have someone teach them the world isn’t about them, and that attention is not always a good thing. No, sometimes being under the watchful eye of your family, the government, or society, can be very deadly.”

This girl was an enigma. At first glance, she was beautiful and fiery. Look at how she slugged Slut Next Door at Freddie’s. Then she was a smart ass with a low bullshit tolerance, followed by an unimpressed temptress. I had never met anyone quite like her.

A loud round of stomping vibrated through the floor, there must have been a football game on downstairs. Elise kept her eyes closed until her breathing evened out and soft baby snores filled the air.

A nap wasn’t such a bad idea. I slept pretty good last night, but all the intensity building around what the elite members of Infinity did or did not know was starting to take its toll on me. Hell, even our plan to extort evidence from Clownface was going to take time and finesse. If we didn’t get this under control soon, a lot of sleepless nights were in my future.

Chapter Thirteen

Emmett

One week later

Okay, I could admit that all of my accusations last week might have made me look a tad bit paranoid. Especially since there had not been a single sighting of a black Maserati, and not a hint that anything was amiss. It was like I was an overanxious, insecure asshole, exactly who I shouldn’t be when everything was heating up for us.

Even the jobs slowed down. We only did one over the weekend when we would normally have had at least three. One of the middle-level businessmen slept with the wife of an elite member. That meant a little assault for his pride and joy entering freshman year. He was a prospective candidate for our next rush, and since he wasn’t an official member, he was fair game, no politicking required. If I had to bet my future on it, he would still join Alpha Delta Omega. He knew who we were, had seen our faces, but he was well-trained by his father. The promise of a high-profile future outweighed the need to be butt hurt over his dad’s decision to fuck around with—his words not mine, “an overpriced piece of ugly ass”.

I had to give it to him though, he was spot on. It was Derek’s mom his father had boinked, and shewasass ugly with a side of trust fund. The guy probably thought he could lure her away and gain access to all of her inheritance. Too bad Derek’s dad would never let her slip through his fingers for that very reason.

“Who’s got their finger up your ass?” Elise plopped down next to me on the couch in the living room, crossing her legs and turning her torso toward me. Today she was gorgeous, not just beautiful in her everyday way. Her blue eyes sparkled, and her light, golden hair fell down her shoulders in big, loose waves.

What was happening to me? I never, ever thought of women this way. Pin-up was doing something to me, and I wasn’t sure I liked it, but I was powerless to stop it.

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?” I laughed and shoved her back until she started to lose her balance, then I pulled her back in to rest against my side. She definitely wasn’t a daughter of Infinity with her crude way of speaking. Those uptight bitches only knew how to curse in a delicate sniff of proper syntax.

“Oh, come on. You looked like you caught a fart to the face with the way your nose was scrunched up. You also looked like someone randomly jabbed you in the asshole. Either metaphor works.” She shrugged one shoulder and pursed her lips in amusement.

I leaned down to catch her lips in a delicious kiss. The staring in the frat had started to dwindle, Pin-up wasn’t such hot news anymore. Funny how quickly the guys grew accustomed to the kings parading their chosen sex slave around.

Not that we thought of Elise like that at all. Not even close, but I saw the jealous and smug looks whenever the brothers worked up the courage to make eye contact with her. They didn’t have respect in their gazes, only the knowledge that we were having the time of our lives, and soon we’d be done with her. It didn’t take a psychic to predict she’d have a line of fuck buddies down fraternity row as soon as she was blatantly single.

Maybe we would have to end this soon if we stuck to our original plan, and simultaneously outed and blackmailed the head bastards into letting us walk. Elise stared up at me, first with a sexy amused look, then when I didn’t answer, a still sexy but confused look. I was finding that I didn’t want this to end.

“Are you okay? You’re being very weird.” She leaned back so she could have a full view of my face.

“I’m good. In fact, I think I could be a lot better if we went upstairs.” For the first time in over a week, I used my signature smirk on Elise, lowering my voice so she was the only one who heard me. It felt fake and dishonest, but it was like my body was falling back on its default ways.

Jamie caught my eye across the room as I tugged a huffing Elise off of the couch. He grinned without any warmth as he watched me shuffle her out of the room. When was he going to give it up? It was one piece of ass, one time. There was no way in hell Elise would have come to mean anything even close to them as she did to us. His hurt pride was driving his current hatred, but at some point, he’d have to get over it.

I let my hand slide down to cup Elise’s ass as I nudged her to the stairs. Her throaty chuckle drifted through the air, causing an instant chubby. She could moonlight as a phone sex worker and make a killing.

“And what do you plan to do with me once we make it upstairs?” Her words came across as confrontational, a complete contradiction to the nonexistent level of resistance in her body.

At the top of the stairs, I took the lead, stopping at my door. The old iron key was cold in my hand as I turned the lock.

“The possibilities are endless, wouldn’t you say, babe? I’m in the mood to feel good, and I want to make you feel good, too.” I pushed her through the door a little harder than I meant to. She stumbled but righted herself before I finished locking us in.

“What the fuck, Em!” Sometime in the last few days, she’d started to use the nickname Jules and Milo used. If my dick wasn’t already hard from feeling her up on the way to my room, it would have popped like a motherfucker.

“You’ve only had the boyfriend version of Emmett. That’s not what I want to give you right now. I need something altogether different.” I stalked toward her, getting a thrill in the bottom of my stomach when she backed away from me. No real fear showed in her eyes. If anything, a tiny spark of anger glinted there.

“And you think I can give you what you need? What about what I need?” She crossed her arms.

“I know you can. You should also know by now, I’ll always give you what you need, and if I can’t, Jules or Milo will. That’s what you get out of this, three men willing to do whatever it takes to satisfy you.”

She stopped when her legs met the bed, her head tilting back to look up at me. “Is that what I get? It’s not me who satisfies the three of you, giving you guys something you need by allowing you to share?”

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