Page 13 of Frat Row
Tyler: I am a certified stalker when it comes to you and I have more than a few connections.
Me: Well, I hope you got the fraternity you wanted.
Tyler: I did. You’re looking at a new member of Alpha Chi.
Me: Congrats to you, too, then.
Tyler: What are you doing tomorrow?
Me: I’m busy.
Tyler: What about tomorrow night?
Me: You’re never going to give up, are you?
Tyler: Nah. You should give in sooner rather than later. Kind of like how fast you spread your legs for me…
I laugh to myself silently.
Me: I’m available after 7:00.
Tyler: I’ll pick you up at 6:50.
Me: It’s not a date. I’ll be eating dinner beforehand.
Tyler: I’ll surprise you I’m going to skip dinner since I plan on feasting on your delicious pussy.
A tingly sensation runs through my body, thinking about the last time Tyler touched me. He seems unpredictable in that area, and it is drawing me in. After always being so routine-based and organized my entire life, it’s nice to let someone else take control and tell me what to do, especially in the bedroom.
A smile cracks my lips as I head up to my apartment. I grab a book I’ve been reading while I wait up for Blair. When she gets home, we chat about what we loved during our fun-filled day and then head for bed.
Sunday morning comes faster than I’d like, and I throw on some yoga pants with a matching sports bra. The only plans on my agenda for the day are running errands, picking up some last-minute school supplies, and catching up on laundry.
Tyler is at the forefront of my mind, and I can’t help how my body writhes, thinking about him touching me. Clenching my thighs together and straightening up, I focus on the task at hand—laundry. Aggravatingly, I throw load after load in and fold a tremendous amount.
Time seems to slowly creep by. After an internal battle with myself, I begin getting ready earlier than I should, while listening to some workout music to keep me up after a tiring day.
Around six o’clock, I recheck my makeup, essentially redoing it because I don’t like the colors I chose in contrast to my tanning skin. Then, I make sure every inch of my body is covered in lotion since I shaved everything.
Going to my closet, I lay out the lavender sundress I recently bought at Zara and pair it with some nude sandals. As I try doing something with my thick hair, I decide to leave it loose, notwanting to bother with it any longer, reminding myself this isn’t a date, and I do not need to put much effort into my appearance. Turning around in front of my floor-length mirror with a sly smile plastered on my face, knowing he’ll be the one doing any kind of begging.
Just like he promised, at exactly 6:50, there’s a loud knocking at my door. My heart is thundering in my chest as I take a deep breath and, as slowly as possible, walk over to the door.
Is this guy wearing me down? He’s already gotten under my skin.
Clutching my small, crossover Gucci bag and keys on the hook beside the door, I open it.
Wagging his brows with one hand on the side of the door, he looks me up and down and whistles.
“After tonight, you won’t be able to keep your hands off of me,” he says as he winks at me.
Warmth spreads between my thighs instantly because he’s right. Standing in front of me with a Lululemon T-shirt and black jeans, he smells like I could swallow him right up. I shake my head, knowing he clearly put minimal effort into himself tonight. His muscular torso is outlined by the shirt, and the way the lightweight material wraps around his biceps has me biting my lip to keep the drool in my mouth.
“You’re one to talk; you haven’t stopped thinking about me since you first saw me.” I giggle with a knowing smile.
His eyes roam over me, and with a throaty whisper, he says, “Not only have I not stopped thinking about you, but I haven’t stopped fantasizing about your body in every position possible while tugging on those perky nipples with my teeth.”
My eyes widen, and my mouth drops open, trying but failing to mentally overpower his lewd remarks. Nothing comes to mind.Nothing.
