She couldn’t be serious. There was no way in hell I would give her details, even if I had them. She’d never given me the time of day until she thought I was dating Slate.
A knock on our front door saved me from having to tell her not onlyno, buthell no.
“Is that him?” Her voice went so high that it was more of a squeak than anything else. Was she obsessed with Slate or something? This was getting weird.
She hurried to the door, but I didn’t follow. I didn’t know who was knocking on our door, but I was sure it wasn’t Slate.
Getting off my bed, I slowly walked to my bedroom door to close it but stopped when a low, rumbly voice floated down the hall.
“Is Isla home?”
No way. How could Harper have known it was Slate?
“Yeah, come on in,” Harper said in what sounded like her attempt at seduction, but she sounded more like a smoker. “I’m Harper. I’m not sure if you remember me. We danced one time at the Wolf’s Den.”
“Of course,” Slate said politely. “How could I forget?”
I could hear in Slate’s voice that he wanted out of his current situation, and I worked to swallow my smile before going out and relieving him. Something pretty odd must have happened between them at the Wolf’s Den.
“Hey.” I walked into the room, seeing Harper wrapping some of her hair around her finger and biting her lip as she gazed up at Slate.
Slate turned to me, his eyes taking me in and lighting up at the sight of me. Or maybe it had more to do with me hopefully getting him away from Harper than it had to do with me personally.
He smiled. “Hello, gorgeous.”
I had to make a conscious effort not to roll my eyes. Had it only been yesterday morning that we’d had the pick-up line conversation on my doorstep? It seemed like a lifetime ago.
Walking up to him, I grabbed his hand and pulled him back toward my bedroom. “We’ll see ya later, Harper.”
“Uh, yeah, okay,” she stammered. “You know, if you guys ever want to go on a double date together, we can totally do that.”
“Maybe,” I said noncommittally over my shoulder.
Once Slate and I were both in my room, I closed the door and locked it.
“Locking the door, I like it.”
I turned around to see him looking at me teasingly.
Giving him a pointed look, I said, “Does sitting in a girl’s room andonlytalking get you excited?”
“Depends,” he mused, lifting one eyebrow. “Is it dirty talking?”
I walked up to him and pushed him playfully against his chest, his muscles hard under my hands. Although I hadn’t pushed him hard enough to make him fall, he fell back on my bed.
He leaned up on his elbows. “Is that how it’s going to be with us? You being dominant in the bedroom?”
“Slate,” I said, exasperated but smiling as I sat down in the chair at my desk. “Behave.”
He looked as if he were considering it. “Fine, but I don’t think your roommate expects us to behave,” he said. “Might need to throw out some moans and a few yeses for good measure.”
“Ha,” I said, not even considering his idea. “Youcan feel free to moan and scream, yes.” I put on a saccharine smile. “I’msupposed to be the best sex ofyourlife, remember?”
“Oh, I remember,” he smiled. “And I’ll make sure it sounds convincing.”
“I’m sure you will.” I had no doubt he could give Harper something she could add to the dining hall gossip. Maybe I should care more, but people would assume we were sleeping together anyway. Might as well have them think I’m amazing in bed. It was shallow, but I was grasping at straws to see any type of silver lining to this situation.
“To what do I owe the pleasure of your company?” I asked.
