Page 691 of Filthy Elites

“No, thank you. All I want to do is go home and crash.” Kelsey managed to pass him and headed toward her car.

Greg fell into step next to her. “How about tomorrow night?”

Kelsey stopped and fisted her hands on her hips. “What kind of game are you playing?”

Greg placed a hand over his heart in mock despair. “You wound me. All I’m trying to do is get to know you a little better.”

“You think I would go out with you after the way you and all your buddies treated my best friend?”

Some kind of emotion flashed across Greg’s face, but it was gone too quickly for Kelsey to determine what it was. “I had nothing to do with any of that stuff. I wasn’t even in town when it all went down. As for Janie. She had been dating Eric and I figured she was either getting paid or she was cleaning the place because she cared about him.”

“You never thought to question why she was cleaning the frat house?”

“As much as this will make me look like a dick, no I didn’t. She was just there. I never thought anything of it.”

Kelsey didn’t believe him.

“I’m not a bad guy. Get to know me.”

Kelsey shook her head. “Maybe, but not tonight. I need to get home.”

Greg walked with Kelsey to her car. “You’re not going to get home in that.”

Kelsey frowned at him but followed his gaze. The front passenger side tire was flat. “Are you kidding me? I’m cursed today.”

“You probably ran over a nail or something. I’ll help you change the tire.” Greg headed toward the back of her car and waited for her to pop her trunk open.

“That’s okay. I’ll call the car service.”

“They’ll make you wait at least an hour. Come on. I can do it in no time. Let me show you I’m not a bad guy.”

“I don’t know.” Kelsey didn’t want his help, but he was right. She would be stranded there for at least an hour waiting for someone to come help her. She could go back inside and call Janie, but her roommate didn’t have a car. Gwen might be able to get her, but she didn’t want to bother her friend.

“It will only take me a couple of minutes. You’ll be home that much faster.” Greg winked at her.

Kelsey nodded. “Okay. Thanks.” She joined him behind her car and began shifting things in her trunk to get to the spare, but his focus was elsewhere.

“Uh, Kelsey. Your back tire is flat too.” Greg pointed to the rear driver’s side tire.

“There’s no way I got two flat tires.”

Greg knelt down next to the wheel. “Yep. This one is flat too. Don’t bother with the spare, unless you have two of them in there.”

“How is that possible? I couldn’t have run over two nails at once.”

Greg walked around the car. “The tires look old. Maybe they were just going. You should get them all checked out.”

Kelsey threw her hands in the air. “What am I supposed to do now?”

He closed the trunk and held out his arm for her to loop her hand through. “I’ll be your chauffeur.”

Kelsey glanced around. “Where’s your car?”

Greg pointed. “It’s around the side of the building. All the lights were on, so I tried the front door first, but it was locked. There was a note that said volunteers should go around back. I was hoping I would find you there.”

“Why were you looking for me?” Kelsey was still suspicious.

“You’ve been on my mind since I ran into you the other morning.” He still held out his arm to her. “Let me prove I’m a good guy. It’s just a ride home.”

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