Me::) Good night, Slate.
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I sprayed my blonde hair, using my fingers to separate the curls. My hair was longer than Sandy’s in the movie Grease, but I’d curled it and made it big enough that I still looked the part. The black spandex pants, belt, and tight black off-the-shoulder top showed off my figure. And even though I was covered, I still felt sexy.
I looked in the mirror one last time, checking my makeup, which I had tried to copy from pictures of Sandy online, with dark, smoky eyes and red lipstick.
A knock sounded on my apartment door. Grabbing my red heels, I headed out of my room.
I opened the door to Olivia and Scarlet standing in the open hallway.
Olivia looked gorgeous as a goddess in her white floor-length gown, two slits going high on each thigh, cinched with a gold-leaf belt around her waist. The top came up over her shoulders and went down the middle of each one of her breasts, meeting up with the belt at her waist. Wilder was going to love it, but probably not enjoy how a lot of other guys were going to be enjoying it as well.
Scarlet looked just as good as Olivia in her sexy country outfit. She wore short cut-off jean shorts with cowboy boots, paired with a red and white plaid shirt that was tied under her breasts, showing off her stomach. She had topped off her look with a cowboy hat, and with her curls flowing down around her, she looked like she’d come straight out of a magazine.
I couldn’t wait to see Wilder and Rush when they took in their girlfriends for the first time. I was seeing now why they had wanted to meet them at the party instead of riding together. It was all about the entrance.
“OMG! Isla! You look incredible,” Scarlet gushed. “I don’t care that you and Slate are just friends, he’s going to have a hard time keeping his eyes—and hands—off you.”
I touched my hair. “You think?”
“We know,” Olivia said. “You two are going to look amazing together.”
“Thanks,” I said, walking out and turning to lock up. “If his eyes and hands are all over me, it will just be to keep up the act, though.”
“I have a feeling that tonight, it won’t be too hard for him to pretend,” Scarlet said with a mischievous look.
I didn’t know how much he and I were pretending at all when it came to the physical stuff. It had been a week since we’d texted late that night, telling each other we’d enjoyed kissing. It was getting easier and easier to be touchy together when we were in public. We hadn’t kissed again since there hadn’t been a reason to during the week when we were at school together, just small touches like hand-holding, hugging, his hand on the small of my back. But tonight would be different. It would look suspicious if we didn’t kiss at the party.
We arrived at the Sigma Chi frat house five minutes later and joined a long line of people slowly making their way inside. Music could be heard out of a few open windows, and orange and yellow lights strobed through the first floor.
Finally, we pushed through the front door, shuffling our way toward the back of the house. The smell of alcohol and sweat hit my nose as we passed the dancing area. Once we made it to the large kitchen connected to the living room, the smell wasn’t as bad, and the music wasn’t as loud.
We stepped down into the living room, the TV loud with a football game going on.
“This party is always the same,” Scarlet said. “Football game on, and our guys standing against the far wall.”
Olivia nodded. “Except this time, it’s our boyfriends standing against the wall waiting for us.”
Looking where their gazes had gone, I took in the three guys resting their backs on the wall, each with a red cup in their hands.
Wilder looked exactly like a Greek god. His blonde hair was combed to perfection, his chiseled jaw shaved clean, his tan torso mostly bare except where his toga crossed over one shoulder. He looked good.
Rush wore tight jeans with a belt buckle and boots, his plaid shirt tucked in, showing off his muscular body underneath, a cowboy hat finishing the look. He was every bit the sexy cowboy you saw on romance novel covers.
And then there was Slate. He was dressed in black pants, a tight white shirt, and a black leather jacket. He had combed back his dark hair to look just like Danny Zuko’s. He looked hot.
They hadn’t noticed us yet, their focus on the football game. We made our way through the crowd to get to the other side of the large room.
Wilder was the first to notice us—or, really, to notice Olivia. His hand reached out and hit Rush in the chest, which caused Rush to zero in on Scarlet. Seeing their reactions, I could understand why Olivia and Scarlet enjoyed making a grand entrance. I was pretty sure both guys were drooling as their eyes roamed over their girlfriends’ bodies.
Jitters went through me, knowing Slate would be looking at me soon. He wouldn’t look at me the way Wilder and Rush looked at Olivia and Scarlet, but would he like what he saw?
Slate’s gaze turned, landing on me, and the look of admiration and attraction made my breath hitch. I’d seen that look before. It was similar to the looks Wilder and Rush had given to Olivia and Scarlet.
He started walking toward me, and I continued toward him in a sort of daze.
As soon as he was close enough to touch me, he settled his hands on my hips. “You look absolutely amazing.” His eyes continued to roam over me, the heat of his stare feeling like he was physically touching me.
