Page 616 of Filthy Elites

Fingers flutter over my back and work their way around to my chest as Jenna comes face to face with me.

She’s wearing red tonight. It matches her hair.

“You look bored, Chad. Boredom doesn’t suit you,” she coos in a syrupy voice.

“I always look like this.” I have a professional poker face.

“There’s something different about you tonight. Something more tense. Come on, let me fix that.”

She’s been on my ass all week, trying to fuck me.

It’s always the same with her. She goes from one dick to the next, then circles back to me.

When I actually am bored, I take what she’s offering.

I just haven’t wanted it this week. I haven’t wanted her, and she knows it.

I think it’s safe to say she knows me well enough to guess that if I’m standing here watching a girl I hate, it means I’m up to something more than what meets the eye.

“No,” I tell her with the same nonchalance.

“Why not?” She pouts, pressing her fingers into my chest.

I lean closer to her ear, and she smiles, probably thinking I’m going to kiss her.

“You know I never explain myself to anyone. I’m not going to start now. Now run on. Don’t make me repeat myself.”

Jenna drops her hands to her sides, and I return my gaze to Billie across the room, who I’ve caught staring at me.

As our gaze collides, she looks away quickly and continues talking to Felipe, one of the audio-visual geeks.

Jenna sees where my gaze has landed once more and frowns with disdain.

With a huff she walks away, but I know she’ll either try her luck with me again later tonight or tomorrow.

The guys come, and we start drinking and joking around the way we do at parties, but my eyes are always on the beauty who suddenly gets ready to leave at ten o’clock.

It’s way too early to leave, and I’m sure she doesn’t have a curfew.

Billie weaves through the crowd with her purse clutched to her chest, and instinct makes me follow like the predator I am stalking my prey.

I wait until she gets way down the long driveway, which is practically covered with cars, before I wolf whistle at her, and she glances over her shoulder at me.

In the moonlight, her beautiful face contorts with the perfect combination of fear and disgust.

Fear looks pretty on her; I realize when I walk closer.

She almost stumbles over her feet when she picks up her pace but keeps going on shaky legs.

“Did you wear that dress for me?” I call out.

“Why would I do that?”

“Maybe you knew I’d think it was sexy as fuck.”

She keeps walking, and I follow, falling in step with her.

“I wore this dress for me.”

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