Page 4 of Harpy

“Take em’ both. Damn, you just got two premiums before the Junior’s had a chance at that.” Dougie laughed.

I looked at the two females glaring at me and snorted a sound, and said, “Thanks.”

They cracked up laughing, but all this did was piss me off, so I headed back to my section and told the two girls picked up in my absence along with the rest of them, “Get in line. All of you. Well, not you two. You go wait right there.”

Harper ignored me, and Cassidy smiled and tugged her frustrated bestie along to go to the spot I pointed to. All the rest of these house bunny wannabe’s single filed it. To get to this line, they had been semi-evaluated by the senior and junior filters. I said, “When I name something off, take a step to the left.”

I started with an easy one, “Do you like, and I don’t mean will you, I mean do you like to give head? If yes, step left.”

Most of the line moved. Next question, “Do you want to get fucked?” Then, “In the ass.” Finally, “By multiple people at once or in sequence.”

The line was a little bit longer than I expected it to be, so I pointed at the first ten and said, “That’s it, come with me. The rest of you head to the next section or go the fuck home because they expect the same if not more from you.”

“What am I supposed to do now?” Colin asked and looked from me to ladies approaching with smiles on their faces.

“Go grab lunch. Everyone is out, right?” We had this set up a little differently than the rest of these houses. I was ultimately responsible for what happened in Sophomore House. Sort of the RA if that was what they called the richest person with any sense of responsibility and clout in this place. I had the master bedroom and the office across the hall from it. I made all the final decisions for this house…except when it came to this and only because the fucking seniors could take any bunny they wanted. Where the hell was Apollo? His little internship abroad was really timed perfect to avoid any dealings with this whole mess.

Apollo was a junior for the second time, but only because he changed majors. He was like the Godfather of this frat, and in his absence, Dougie was being extra stupid.

I had my own problems before, but now. This! I needed to make sure Harper stayed here or…what the fuck was she doing here?

Colin said, “I’ll bring you back something.”

I nodded and indicated they should walk with me. The fact that all of them but one was in heels of some level meant by the time we got to the house, most of them were barefoot. Not Cassidy, though. She walked on those heels next to Harper, having some secret little whisper conversation the whole way.

We walked into our house, and they collectively gasped. “So, I know you thought this was going to be some gang bang, but the simple fact of the matter is, we are not paying to fuck you. You want that, you want to live in the guest house on our dime, then you will need to actually earn your ears at Sophomore House. Got it?”

I looked down the row of disgusted faces and stopped at the one trying not to smile at me. I pointed and said, “You three, level three. Let’s see what you got.” Next set, “Level two. Cleaning supplies are in the buckets at the tops of the stairs, along with the list of chores. Divide it however you want to. Just get it done.”

“You, kitchen.” I pointed at the random girl. “You.” I pointed at Cassidy and the other random girl, “Start here in the common area.” Then at Harper, I crooked my finger and said, “You…come with me.”

She practically rolled her eyes, but she puffed out a breath and followed me anyway. I had my section roped off with a sign that indicated they should hit the intercom if they needed me. They should hit the red buzzer if it was an emergency. These motherfuckers needed me a lot, which is why I implemented this system and covered the fact that someone drinking the last of the milk was not a fucking emergency. Dane picked up some of that ‘parenting rich spoiled somewhat adults’ responsibility with me, but he and I both had football, real homework, and some of the privileged shits in this house were just fucking about with their parent’s money while changing their major almost every semester. We had an impressive number of intellectuals in this house, which made some things easier, but others way worse.

I connected the red velvet rope again and started down the hall. I went to my room, not the office. Once inside, I turned and asked with more bite than I intended, “What are you doing here?”

“Why do you care other than the fact that now I’m stuck in this pig pen with you?” She looked around and knew her words fell flat. My room and office and this whole side of that rope were clean, immaculate.

“I told them to let it go. So, for the past two weeks, they have not done anything on the chore wheel.” She looked up and bit her perfect lips to keep from smiling. “Yeah, you know me—”

“I don’t know you at all. We fucked in high school, right? That’s it. It’s over. I hate you, Tituss. You know that.” She was trying to believe it. I could tell. I hated her the same way. Completely and not at all.

“That’s why you wore that t-shirt? The one I gave you?” I stepped forward, and she glared at me. It was her favorite. I knew that. I knew Harper.

“Well, unlike everyone else in line today, I thought it really was for a housekeeping position, so I wore shit I could ruin and not give a fuck.” She pulled at the hem of it. She was going to take it off.

I moved over and held it down. This was the closest I had been to her in almost two years, and the proximity still made me hard. I wanted her. Dreamed about her. Craved her like nothing and no one else. She…hated me. Okay. Fine. Maybe she would leave if I scared her away from it. “They would have ruined it just fine in either the senior or the junior house, maybe both if you let them.”

“Maybe I wanted them to.” She steeled her spine. “I mean, I did fuck the entire football team, right? What’s a few frat guys more?”

“I—” The buzzer sounded, and I puffed out a breath. They hadn’t been here fifteen full minutes. I walked over and hit the button. “Yes?”

“Uh.” One of the girls. “There uh…is a clogged toilet on the second floor.”

“So, unclog it.” I didn’t give a fuck about them. I did hope that only happened this morning because damn, who would leave it be?

“How?” the female voice asked.

“Fucking figure it out. Watch a video. You’re here to handle it. Handle it.” I practically barked that. I let go of the button and looked at Harper. She was looking at me like she was really seeing me for the first time. “And you. You want this? You really want to be here and do this shit?”

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