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"He’s a bad idea." I sigh.

Her brow lifts. "A really bad idea?"

"It’s not worth entertaining," I mutter.

She holds up two fingers, shaking her head. "If I’m counting right, you’ve fantasized about him twice. With two separate people, yet you still think it’s not worth entertaining?"

"There are bad ideas, Megan, and then there arebadideas." My voice sharpens as I shake my head, "I’d rather just let this pass and have a drunken make out session to distract myself from whoever might be occupying my thoughts."

"And I’m who you want to distract you?" Megan smirks.

"I’d rather kiss you than Walker." I grin.

Dramatically falling back onto the mattress, she groans.

"Fine. We can go. But on two conditions."

I wait silently, bracing myself.

She holds up one finger. "If we make out again, no biting." She laughs.

I nod, a small smirk tugging at my lips. "Fair."

She takes a deep breath before holding up the second finger, a mischievous gleam in her eyes.

"And the second condition?"

Megan glances toward my closet, her smirk widening.

"You wear something that makes Walker and your mystery man fall to their knees. I wouldn’t mind a little drama."

I scoff, shaking my head.

"Easier said than done."

Last I checked, professors don’t linger at college parties.

Then again… maybe that’s for the better.

Chapter 13

Anastasia

Tugging at the hem of the tight black dress, the fabric clings to my curves like a second skin. The bottom rests high on my thigh, too high, reminding me that one wrong move, one large lean, and anyone behind me would get an unobstructed view of my ass and the black lace thong barely covering it.

Cramming myself into Megan’s dress was a challenge in itself. Letting her push up my breasts and paint my face like one of her damn works of art? Even more daunting.

With my red hair cascading down my back, the dark eye makeup and bold red lips only deepen the seductive edge of the look. Staring at my reflection in the bathroom mirror, I barely recognize myself.

Then...

Smack.

Megan’s palm lands sharply against my ass, snapping me out of my thoughts.

Still not as hard as Noah.

Fuck.

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