Page 16 of Frat Row
Quickly, he unbuckles my hands, and I turn around and straighten my dress, running a hand through my hair. Putting his legs in his pants and his shirt on seamlessly, he grabs my hand and delicately kisses the back of it.
Grumbling, I state, “It wasn’t a date.”
“Hungry? Will going through a drive-thru still not make a date?” He slyly grazes his eyes over me.
“Oh god, a juicy hamburger with fries sounds orgasmic.” I moan, my mouth watering, rearing my head back.
“I think you may need another orgasm; you must not have had your fill,” he says, chuckling.
“Food can be quite the experience, too.” I smile at him.
He puts the car in reverse, and we veer back onto the road with horrible traffic, which is typical for South Beach.
Never asking for my preference, he drives up to one of my favorites, the Shake Shack. When asked for our order, he takes control again, ordering us hamburgers, fries, and large milkshakes. Control must be a common theme for him. Pulling out his card, he pays and hands me my bag of food, and the smell alone makes my mouth salivate.
Tyler finds an isolated parking spot. Ripping my package open, totally famished, I dig in and take a larger bite than I probably should have, leaning back and exhaling loudly at how the delicious flavor meets my tongue.
“So, where are you from?” he asks nonchalantly.
I look at him wearily, hating small talk but semi-interested in his answer. I shrug my shoulders and state, “Boca Raton, so not too far from here, you?”
“Miami, born and raised.” He beams, then continues, “Are you ready for your initiation?”
“Yes, I’ve heard it's not that bad,” I say indifferently. “How was yours, or is it coming up?”
Uneasiness invades his eyes, and he lays his burger down on the console, zoning out as his mind goes elsewhere. After a minute, he snaps out of it. “You’re looking at a soon-to-be brother of Alpha Chi,” he states monotonously.
Unfortunately, I could see myself falling for this guy, tossing out my personal rule of no dating. I side-eye him and consider all of his qualities—he’s handsome, fucks me into oblivion, he’s smart, appears to have his head on his shoulders, and he is in Greek life like me, so we have something in common.
“Congrats on that! Will you be moving into the fraternity house?” I say excitedly, trying to change the tone in the car.
“We don’t get a choice. We have to move in; it's in the bylaws. I’m moving in next Sunday, right after our first week of classes. You know, you could help me move in. I could use themotivation.” He makes eye contact with me, his gaze conveying a look that suggests he is up to no good.
One of my lips quirks up. “Yeah, sure, why not?”
“Still not a date, right? he says seriously, looking over at me.
“Let’s call it a half date,” I tell him, scrunching up my face, asking myself what the hell I’m doing.
“I knew I’d wear you down eventually. Whether you like it or not, Cassidy, that pretty little cunt really likes the way it grips my cock.” He aggressively takes a bite of his fry before adding, “And I’m charming.”
I squeeze my thighs together, willing my body not to respond to his dirty mouth, but I’m unsuccessful.
“Don’t get your hopes up,” I tease him, playfully slapping him on the arm.
Finishing up our meal, he drives me back to my apartment while thrumming on the console and sneakily stealing glances at me.
He parks and turns off the car, comes to my side, and opens my door for me. Ever the gentleman, another unexpected trait that has me absolutely feral for this man. Jumping out with adrenaline still running through me, he walks me up to my door.
“You’re quite old-fashioned when it comes to knowing how to treat a girl.” I smirk at him.
“I’m just trying to impress you. I’ll pick you up next Sunday, bright and early,” he cheerily states.
“You better bring coffee and food,” I yell back demandingly while he walks back to his vehicle, not looking forward to waking up early on a Sunday.
“I’ll bring donuts. I know a place that makes the best donuts you’ve ever had,” he yells as he raises his arms, widening them.
“It’s a—” I catch myself, biting my lip.
