Page 30 of Ruthless Legacy

“God, they must hate that.”

“Hey, I’m a businesswoman. They’re the ones who wanted to save money. Besides, a favor from them is worth much more than cash sometimes.” I think about the favor I called in when LJ was in trouble. I know it wouldn’t have mattered how much money I had that night. The only way we were getting out of there was to call in a marker.

“Alright, babe, I need to hit the shower. I’m meeting this hottie I met on the bus at Craze. Wish me luck.”

As I open my mailbox, I tell her, “Have fun. Text me when you get home.”

The call disconnects as I rifle through the envelopes, flyers and circulars. I drift over to the trash can, dropping the junk mail inside. My hand hovers over the can, holding a plain white envelope in it. I haven’t seen an envelope like this in months. I look around to see if anyone’s nearby or watching.

Sweat pricks the back of my neck, and my hand shakes. I swallow thickly and pull the notecard out of it. My eyes skim the card.

Did you enjoy your nap?

You will soon get an offer, you need to choose

Selecting the wrong answer is sure to lead to sadness and gloom

I flip the card over. It’s blank on the other side, except for the L, written in the same slanted scrawl as the note. I got a bunch of notes last semester and tossed them all in the trash thinking they were harmless pranks from Eloise and the Zeta Nus. But now, a little voice in my head is saying there’s nothing harmless about that bitch, and to treat it like evidence.

I slip the card back in its envelope and head to lunch. Eloise wants to start her shit up again? She thinks because she wasn’t on tape that she’s going to get away with it? I’ll show her what happens when you really make an enemy out of me.

Predictable Barbie is at the legacy table applying lipstick. Why when she’s about to eat? My gaze skims over the table, clashing with Holden’s. I need to deal with him, too. Sneaking into my bedroom and getting me off is not cool. Even if I liked it. A lot. And sort of wouldn’t mind him doing it again.

Nothing Holden does is gentle. He skates the line of assault, but I can’t say I wasn’t into it when he did it. I liked him taking control. I liked letting him have it. A twisted part of me wanted to see how dark he’d get with me, and how much I could take.

Looking to my left, I see Finn watching me. I arch a brow communicating,I’m still pissed and don’t trust you, but I’m more mad at your fiancé, so if you want to help then you’ll take what I’m about to do to you.

His answering smile says,I’m game.

I stroll over to their table and climb on top of it, sitting with my legs on either side of Finn’s body. I’m not sure how far he’s willing to take this. As I’m considering what I want to do next, he drags me into his lap.

“If you’re going for it, Pet, thengo for it.”

I slide my fingers through his hair and pull, jerking his head back, before leaning forward to kiss him. I feel my hair release from my ponytail; the strands falling like a thick curtain around our faces.

I love how Finn kisses. I close my eyes, committing to it. Someone’s yelling. Voices around us are shouting and others are cheering, but I ignore them all, letting myself get lost in the taste of his lips and his hands on my body. I’m being pushed back. My body hits the top of the table, but Finn doesn’t break the kiss.

Not until my head is hanging over the other side of the table, and I’m looking at Holden from upside down. Holden takes over the kiss while Finn’s hands trail down my body, slipping under my shirt. He kisses my neck, sucking on the pulse point. I moan into Holden’s mouth when Finn tugs at my nipple. Okay, this is going further than I planned. But damn, it feels good to have two sets of hands on me at the same time.

“Thea?”

That voice pulls me from my haze. I push Holden’s face away and tap Finn with my foot, signaling for him to get off of me. I have to lean forward to see around Pax, who’s standing at the end of the table, watching us. “Perv much?”

Finn chuckles. “He-”

Pax cuts him off. “Where the hell else was I supposed to look when you came over here and put on a show? I was bored, by the way. I hope you don’t give blow jobs that way. You need to learn to use more tongue.”

“And I’ve heard you need to learn to reach the G-spot.” I glance down at his crotch. “Oh wait, I guess you can’t overcome biology.”

He leans down and whispers, “My dick was good enough to get you off.”

I smirk at him. “Don’t rewrite history. We both know that was all Wolfe.” I slide off the table and go over to where my friend is standing. “LJ, hey. Are you hungry? I’m starving.”

She looks back at the legacy table. “That probably has something to do with you being over there working up an appetite. Are you sure you’ll be satisfied with the sausage the school has on the menu?”

I stop walking and stare at her.

“What?,” she asks with a nervous chuckle.

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