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I pull her into my arms. I don’t give a shit if the mess I made is getting all over me too.

“No, I’m serious.” Bay says. “This was super hot. Maybe one time you can all do it? Come on me, I mean?”

Ryker and Cole are grinning from ear to ear, nodding in agreement.

“Hey!” Bay squeals, laughing as I scoop her up into my arms. “Where are we going?”

“Thank fuck we insisted on you getting the presidential suite,” I march us toward the en-suite bathroom. “This was fun, but I made a mess. Can you imagine if we had to use a shared bathroom?”

She gives it some thought. “You’re right. It would be one hell of a walk of shame. Even though I’m not ashamed about anything we did. I’m not ashamed of us.”

“Good.” Cole and Ryker followed us into the bathroom. “We aren’t ashamed either.” Cole says.

Ryker strides into the bathroom, turning on the shower for me and Bay. “We’re all happy, and that’s what matters. We’re perfect together. People can judge all they want, but I don’t care.”

CHAPTER 22

NOT YOUR PUCKING BUNNY

BAY

Twenty-four hours later

The Dean’s Residence

I’ve been to the Dean’s house before, as I’ve made the Dean’s list every year.

Most of the houses on Greek Row are legit mansions, so I shouldn’t bat an eye. However, the grandeur of the residence reserved to the Dean of students at Star Cove University is next level.

The luxury that surrounds me as I enter the huge formal dining room on Jagger’s arm reminds me of the house Lakyn’s guys got in Bridgeport. Topher’s parents’ house in Connecticut was similar too.

Tables are arranged around the room, decorated with flowers and fine china; the chairs are wrapped in blue and silver silk, our university colors.

There’s an open bar at one end of the room to serve the alumni and the students who are of legal drinking age,and waiters are walking around the room offering trays of Champagne and canapes.

A makeshift stage occupies the far side of the living room, with a screen behind it.

The Dean has organized this gala to collect more funds for the completion of the new hockey arena and brand new athletic department facilities. Last year, Zeta Theta Beta and Gamma Delta Tau organized a charity auction. The Gamma brothers were auctioned off for a date night to the highest bidder. The alumni dinner was still held, but on a much smaller scale.

This year, the Dean insisted on a more traditional soiree to dazzle our wealthiest alumni. Aside from Dean Williams, there are several keynote speakers on the docket tonight.

Ward Crawford, president of the Greek Council and captain of our school’s football team, was invited to speak.

So was Rupert Mumford, president of the Star Cove Alumni Association.

Gail Smith, the president of the student union, is also on the docket.

Topher and I were both asked to speak as presidents of the most prestigious Greek organizations on campus.

I’m nervous and excited.

Every head in the room turns when Jagger and I enter, flanked by Cole and Ryker.

“Everybody is looking at us,” I whisper in Jagger’s ear, as we head to the table in the center of the room.

“They’re looking because you’re breathtaking.” Jagger’s golden eyes roam from my face all the way down to my Louboutin strappy heels.

I’m in a floor-length, black sequined dress that makes me feel and look like an old style Hollywood diva. Rachel’s hairdresser curled my hair in a style reminiscent of the 40s and I finished the look with a dramatic smokey eye and blood-red lips.

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