So, again, what do I really have to lose?
“Fine. Come with me. But afterward, no more questions?” I reach my hand out for a shake, and he glares at it.
“I’m not agreeing to that part. But don’t make me regret this.” He takes my hand, and we shake on it.
This isn’t great, but it’s the best I got.
*
For the nextfew days, I’m on edge, waiting for one of the guys to confront me, but Matteo stays true to his word. At least, as far as I can tell. For all I know, he’s revealed my intentions to them, and they’re waiting to exact their revenge.
On Friday and Saturday night, I stand by my agreement with the Saints and spy on the Sinners at the old churchduring their meetings. Then on Sunday afternoon, I meet Matteo in the lounge on our dorm floor. We cut across campus, heading toward Alpha Alpha Mu. Neither of us says much, but Matteo finally pipes up, “So I didn’t realize you were friends with Malcom.”
Malcom’s my excuse for being at the frat today, to keep the Saints from becoming suspicious.
As a breeze rushes by, I rub my hands together to warm them. “We played pickleball together freshman year, and he’s always looking for people to game with.”
“And I assume Spencer’s not around today?”
“I don’t really know.”
He shoots me a look. “What?”
“Relax. You’re gonna take care of Spencer.”
“How am I going to do that?”
“I’ve seen the way he looks at you at parties. The moment he finds out you’re in the house, he’s gonna be on your tail, trying to win your attention.”
“You noticed him looking at me?”
“I’ve noticed plenty of people looking at you over the past year and a half,” I admit. “I’d say don’t let it get to your head, but I don’t imagine you need anything to do that.”
Now he’s smirking, and I must admit I enjoy inflating his ego.
“Well, what can I say?” he says in an exceptionally cocky way.
“Shut the fuck up.”
“Don’t act like I’m the cocky one here. You think I don’t see people noticing you too?”
As his gaze meets mine, heat rushes to my cheeks.
“If I looked like you,” Matteo goes on, “I don’t know that I’d have time for classes with all I’d be up to.” Even though I laugh, I can’t deny enjoying the compliment, and he doesn’t stop there. “And that ass. Ooh, if I had that fucking ass on me, I’d have a hard time keeping my pants on.”
“My ass? Really?”
“You got a nice, firm rump to grab on to. I got this flat shit back here.” He wiggles his ass for me, which I don’t see any issue with, but I also can’t imagine what’s so great about my ass.
“You’ve probably had the best look at my ass when you face-planted into it the other day.”
We share a laugh.
“I swear, I almost took a bite out of it.”
“What?” I spit out since he didn’t sound like he was joking.
He’s all smiles as he studies my ass some more. “Can’t explain it. I’ve never thought about doing something like that with a guy, but I wanted to give it a good tug between my teeth.”
