Page 42 of Tempt

Her gaze snaps up to mine. “Daniel?!”

I’m at her side in a second.

I push angrily on the door, ready to unleash my fury on whoever left her looking flushed and rumpled.

It’s a bathroom. Not a bedroom.

More students are pouring up the stairs. I don’t want to be spotted like this, so I drag her inside and shut the door.

Instantly the loud music is quieter.

But before I can speak, the door opens from the outside.

“This one’s full.” I shove it closed and lock it.

Her gaze drops to my forearm, tracing the lines of the tattoo.

“What are you doing here?” she asks.

“Fixing the mailbox.”

Her eyebrows lift. Even alcohol can’t obscure her sense of humor.

“My feet hurt. Can you fix that?”

I look down at her dangerously high heeled footwear.

“Not unless you expect me to carry you around the rest of the night.”

Her head tilts, eyes dancing. “If you’re offering.”

The only thing more dangerous than Kat is a drunk Kat looking like this when my control is already fraying.

She grabs my biceps for balance as she shifts up to sit on the vanity, her yellow nails somehow missing my skin. “How did you find me?”

“You were going to campus wearing these.” I adjust the fox ears on her head. “Figured it was Greek Row or Young Environmentalists.”

Kat wiggles, her skirt inching dangerously higher. “You’re smart.”

I can’t help smiling as I plant my hands on either side of her hips. “Thank you.”

Clearly, I’m not, though. I keep talking.

“You wore those boots the night I met you.”

“You remember?”

“Mhmm.”

She chews her lip. “You shot me down, and it messed with me.”

“Because you’ve only ever had men follow you around like puppies?” I’m only half joking.

“No, because I thought we had something. But apparently you weren’t attracted to me.”

Don’t.

Earth to Daniel. Bad fucking idea.

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