Page 74 of The Charlie Method

I give him a quizzical look.

“A lady eats her food, Charlotte. Why do you let her lecture you like that?” He nods toward Agatha’s turned back.

“I’m a Delta Pi,” I answer in a tight voice. “And she likes to remind us what Delta Pis are not supposed to do.”

“Like fantasize about getting railed by two guys?”

I suck in a breath. “Stop.”

“Why?” His eyes twinkle. “You seemed to enjoy it when we were chatting on the app.”

“The app isn’t real life.”

Beckett dons a thoughtful look. “So there’s this thing people do… I really don’t like it.”

“What are you babbling about?”

He keeps going as if I hadn’t spoken. “They think the internet isn’t real. That just because you’re hidden behind a screen and typing shit you’d never say to people’s faces, that means it’s not real. Thing is, the screen isn’t writing those words.You’rewriting them.” He leans over my desk, his face so close to mine that a shiver runs up my spine. “You want every single thing you described in those chats, Charlotte. Youwantto swallow up my dick while Will fills your pussy.”

His soft-spoken, teasing words evoke an acute physical reaction. A bolt of lightning directly between my legs. A surge of heat throughout my entire body. It’s the kind of arousal that robs you of breath.

Beckett straightens with a chuckle. “It’s okay to want it.”

“I don’t.” I swallow the desperation rising in my throat. “Like I told Will, it was just a fun online thing. I was never planning on meeting you in real life.”

“Of course. A Delta Pi must never lower herself in that way,” he mocks. “A Delta Pi must maintain her air of purity at all times.” He suddenly chuckles. “Shit. I just realized something.”

“What?” I mutter.

“The initials of your sorority are DP.”

I make a choked sound. “Oh my God, Beckett. Stop.”

His lips curve into a smile. “That’s the first time you’ve said my name.”

“So?”

“I like it.”

The soft thud of footsteps interrupts us before an unwelcome voice joins the mix.

“Char? Is everything okay here?”

Mitch.

My ex looks tiny next to Beckett, which is absurd because five ten is by no means small. Mitch is taller than average. But at well over six feet, with his broad shoulders and muscled chest, Beckett seems huge in comparison.

“Everything’s fine,” I mutter.

“You sure?” Mitch’s suspicious gaze shifts between us. “Is this dumb jock bothering you?”

“Hey,” I say in rebuke, because that was just fucking rude.

Beckett is unruffled by the insult, laughing at my ex. “Charlotte was just explaining the concept of climate-related migration to me. On account of me being dumb and all. Thanks for clarifying, Charlotte.”

With a grin, he saunters back to his row, leaving me alone with Mitch.

“What the hell was that?” I hiss. “You were so rude.”

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