Wayla softened against him and then went so far as to nuzzle his neck.“Oh,” she sighed softly.
“Mm,” Marc hummed.“I would ask you to date me for real, but I’m getting a feeling that it would send you running for the hills, so I’ll settle for official fake dating.As long as the sex is real.”
What.The.Fuck.Was.Wrong.With.Him?
Wayla giggled against his throat.“I think we may be able to negotiate something that works for both of us.”
Chapter 12 – Wave
Maybewecannegotiatesomething…Wave couldn’t shake the words as she tossed and turned in her bed after Marc had dropped her off.She had tried taking a warm shower, then a cold one.The stiff drink Ginny had made her without question hadn’t helped either.Nor the lengthy session with her vibrator.
She had officially lost her fucking mind.That was the only explanation.Mad, certifiably insane.Why else would she entertain fake dating a guy to piss off his family?She understood the need to stir things up; she did so every time she was dragged to a family dinner, but still.
His comment about dating for real doused some of her interest, but then again, he hadn’t actually gone there.And having ‘real’ sex with him was an offer Wave didn’t think she could turn down.At least not for long.
He had to work for it just a bit more though.Carrying her around the campus under all the gossipy eyes had already earned him a blowjob.Not that he needed to know that.
Fridayrolledaround,andWave dragged herself up way too early in the morning.She needed to go for a run.Her whole body felt stuffy and clogged up.
What she really needed was a good, long swim, but that wasn’t safe or feasible.She needed salt water or a large enough lake to get lost in.Both would require her to book a flight.So, a run it was.
As always, Chrissy was already up, doing yoga in the living room when Wave slipped out of her room.
“Going for a run?”She asked while holding a pose that Wave could never bend into.
“Yeah, I need to stretch my legs,” Wave replied.She liked her roommates.They hadn’t spent that much time together, since they had specialized schedules and she had a general one.Still, they had made a point of including Wave when their schedules aligned.
“There’s going to be a party on the floor above us.We usually lock the door during those, but what do you want to do?”
“Oh, locking the doors sounds like a splendid idea to me.”
Chrissy grinned and flowed into a tree-like position.“Good.I’ll let the others know.Ginny will spell the door, so it won’t let anyone but us in.So, no sneaking in some hot company.”
“As if I…” Wave trailed off.Okay, so she had made out with some hot company, most recently last night when Marc dropped her off.“Anyways, I’m working,” she added.
“You work on Friday evenings?”
Wave nodded.“The library is quieter then and, well, as you can imagine, no one else is that keen to grab that shift.Mrs.Riverson actually promised me some overtime pay if I take it.”
“Please tell me you’re off on Saturdays though?”Now Chrissy looked worried.
“I am.Why?”
“Winnies are having a party at the sorority house next week Saturday.”
“Uh…”
Chrissy’s eyes widened, and she actually stopped her routine to glare at Wave.“How can you be so socially unaware and still make out withthreePowerhouses in one week?”
“I would like to know about that too,” Diana’s yawning voice said from her door.
“Well, I…” Wave hesitated.“Classes, work, scholarship,” she listed things off.“And I have the personality of a mountain troll?”She added sheepishly at the end.Trolls were notoriously antisocial and only came together to mate.
Diana snorted.“That explains a lot of things.But we were hoping you’d come with us to the party.”
“Um…” She was stuttering an awful lot this morning.
“Don’t worry about any clothes, I’ll pick something for you from my closet,” Chrissy said and glanced at her sneakers.“And another pair of shoes.Please tell me you wear heels?”
