Page 48 of Damn Roommate

“You’re going to roll under the table before you drink the third one,” she taunts me.

“You’re getting pretentious, Scar!”

Leo ruffles her hair, and she glares at him. I laugh myself filling five glasses, aware that even if she started drinking themall one after the other, I’m not sure I have as many girls to put in my count. I look around the kitchen, watching the students in the room. No matter what my friends say, the choice is quite limited.

One shot per person that I want to fuck.

I scan the chicks carefully, wondering if Scarlett is doing the same with the guys, before realizing that only one girl meets the criteria tonight.

A cheeky smile.

Enticing breasts.

A seductive ass.

An annoying comeback.

My cock twitches as my gaze meets the hazel eyes of Scar in front of me.

What the hell is happening to me?

Edgar is next to me, and I force myself not to glance at him. If he heard even one of my thoughts, he’d kick my balls so hard I’d choke with them.

Damn it.

“Ready,Jones?”

Scarlett raises a first shot while watching me. I have a moment of panic that clogs my throat. I should leave, get out of here before it gets out of hand. Before it all overwhelms me. But I can’t, and I can’t figure out why. So instead of doing the right thing, I just take a shot, put it to my lips without taking my attention away from Scar, and drink it down in one along with her.

Hers is for her boyfriend.

Mine is for her.

She peers at me silently, before frowning and looking around. Taking on the most detached air possible, I say in a challenging tone, “You can look, my girlfriend is not in the room. So, suspense?”

Taken out of context, it almost sounds like flirting.Almost. Because I’m not allowed to flirt with Scarlett. It’s not normal. Yet tonight, I don’t care about normality.

“She’ll be happy to know that you’d fuck another girl than her tonight,” laughs Ed.

He claps his hand on my shoulder and I smile a smile that I want to read as amused.

Harriet might well find out that would be the least of my worries. Because the pressure I feel between my thighs is meant for one and the same person. The one who hasn’t taken her eyes off me for several minutes and who is sizing me up. The one that I shouldn’t even want at all, and that tonight absolutely monopolizes all my senses.

If I was in full possession of my mind, I would have the sense to get out of there. Find my girl, stop playing with Scarlett—in every sense of the word—and never think about what I just allowed myself to do again.

Fantasize abouther.

But I’m not sober and I’m not holding anything back.

The gleam in her eyes is unreadable, but the movement of her lips against her teeth makes me even harder.

Really, I’m in a lot of trouble.

And this time I drank too much alcohol.

“I didn’t drink for Corey!” Scarlett finally exclaims as her boyfriend chats with a group of strangers thirty feet away. “Obviously, we are even on the suspense level.”

Then, without warning, she gets up from her chair with an annoyed air, jostles the table as she passes and leaves the kitchen under our astonished looks. Paige probes me for a second, then disappears as well.

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