Bri laughs and he flashes her a dimpled grin. With any luck, Adam will finally get his head out of his ass and ask Bri out on a real date, making my first trip to Greek Row my last. Probably wishful thinking, but a girl can dream, right?
Adam fills our cups and after a few minutes of small talk, he asks Bri to dance, so I do what any good wing woman would do, and offer to hold her beer.
#ThirdwheelFTW.
I sip my beer—which is lukewarm—and drift toward the back wall where I have a decent shot of blending in with the furniture. The music is so loud I can hardly think, and when the song changes for the third time and Bri makes no move to leave the dance floor, I realize I’m in for a long night. I resign myself to people watching, taking in the rainbow of togas, and when my cup is empty, I start in on Bri’s.
The way she’s grinding on Adam, I doubt she’ll care.
I’m halfway through her beer when a cute guy in a crisp white toga approaches. We’re around the same height—five-nine—and he’s got neatly trimmed chestnut hair, hazel eyes, and nice teeth. I’ve always had a thing for guys with nice teeth, but there’s something about him that’s almosttooperfect.
Hell, he reminds me of a Ken doll I had when I was nine.
“Having fun?” he asks, flashing the Sig Chi pin on the knot of his toga.
Eww. Douchey frat bro is so not a good look.
“Sure.”
“I haven’t seen you around the Sig house before,” he says, gaze fixed on my chest.And there you have it, folks. All plastic, no substance—just like Ken.“I’d definitely remember if we’d met before.”
More like he’d remember my boobs.
“I’m Chris,” he says, leaning in to close the gap between us. Granted, it’s loud, but his lips damn near brush the shell of my ear when he asks, “And you are?”
Totally grossed out.
“Ariel.”
He pulls back and his eyes go wide, like he’s ninety-nine percent sure I’m bullshitting him. Still, he goes with it. “What’s your major, Ariel?”
“Nursing.” Maybe if I keep it short, he’ll get the hint and move on.
“Nice.” He bobs his head appreciatively. “I’m pre-med.”
I sip my beer, but say nothing, determined to stick with mydo not engageplan.
“All right, Ariel,” he says, skimming his fingers down my bare arm and sending my creep alarm into overdrive. “I can tell you’re not into the usual bullshit, but since we’re both going to be in the medical profession, how about we go up to my room and study some anatomy?”
He stares at me expectantly, and it’s all I can do not to throw up in my mouth.
What. An.Ass.
“Oh, sweetie.” I flash him a saccharine smile. “We don’t need to go anywhere for me to recognize a bad case of micropenis.” I glance down, staring at the spot where his cock should be. “You’ve got all the symptoms: inflated ego, short stature, douchey pickup lines.”
His jaw goes slack and anger darkens his eyes before he snaps his mouth shut. He mutters something that sounds a lot like sea witchas he turns on his heel and storms off.
Ariel 1, Frat Bro 0.
“Damn, Red. That was savage.”
I turn slowly, taking in the beefy dude to my left. How long has he been standing there and how the hell did I miss him before? The guy must move like a ninja, which is impressive given he’s got a few inches on me. He crosses his thick arms over his chest and stares down at me, Nordic eyes dancing with laughter.
“Remind me never to piss you off.”
I shrug and lift my chin. “He’s the one who wanted to discuss anatomy. It’s not my fault he didn’t like the diagnosis,” I say, doing my best to ignore his brilliant smile.No time for hookups. Not even if he’s got the world’s most perfect teeth.“Honestly, he’s lucky I didn’t give him a complimentary kick in the balls to go with it.”
He laughs and shakes his head, an unruly blond wave flopping down over his right eye. He drags a hand through his hair, pushing it back, but with the humidity, it’s a futile effort. “Just as well. You’d be wasting your time with a guy like that.”
