I stood up straighter, my cheeks tinting red, and turned on my heel to meet the piercing eyes of the one and only Mr. Bryne.
He twirled his car keys around his index finger and raised his brows at me as he walked up the sidewalk to the front door. Dressed in a fitted dress shirt, he had his suit jacket slung over his shoulder and his briefcase hanging off the other.
My cheeks warmed even more as I watched his biceps flex through the thin material. I smiled awkwardly at him, all my hazy fantasies dancing through my mind.
God, Mia, keep it together. Your boyfriend is just inside the house. Don’t want him thinking you have a crush on Melissa’s father now.
“Good evening, Mia,” Mr. Bryne said, my name rolling off his full lips, like it had a million times since high school. He pulled the door open, gesturing for me to enter.
I grasped the handle, my fingers sweeping against his long ones. “Hi, Mr. Bryne.” My fingers tingled at the contact, and I gulped.
It felt like years since I had seen him, but it had only been a few weeks. In high school, I’d see him every day, but now that we were in college, I only saw him when Melissa wanted to use his pool for a few days. So, I hopped on any chance I had to come over.
We stepped into the foyer.
“You’re staying over this weekend?” he asked, lips parted as he stared down at me.
I clenched my pussy, imagining those full lips trailing down my neck, his fingers slipping into my underwear, his cock pressing against my entrance.
“Yep,” I said, hoisting my backpack up my shoulder.
He smirked, his eyes growing wide and … playful. “Well, I hope you girls have fun.”
His gaze flickered down my body for a mere moment, and my cheeks flushed.
Stop it, Mia. He’s probably just … looking at the carpet.
He leaned toward me. “If you need me foranything, Mia, you know where to find me.”
Then, he hiked the strap of his briefcase higher up his shoulder and walked up the stairs, his hand briefly brushing against mine as he passed.
His suit pants were tight against his ass—
“Mia!” Melissa called from downstairs.
I took a deep breath, pushing away my dirty thoughts, and walked downstairs, where Melissa was talking to Victor, Damien, and Mason on the couch.
When she saw me, she hopped up from her seat and grabbed my hand. “I’m so excited for this weekend! We can finally relax.”
Serena pulled a couple bottles of tequila off Mr. Bryne’s downstairs bar and walked to the couch, sitting next to Damien. “You guys staying for a drink?”
Victor looked at his phone. “Party doesn’t start for a few hours. Pregame?”
Victor, Damien, and Mason were all part of the same college frat, Sigma Alpha Elision—or whatever the hell it was called. They threw ridiculously huge parties every weekend, where everyone either got smashed, got fucked, ended up in the hospital, or a bit of all three. I had been to one too many and was getting tired of it.
The guys stayed for an hour, finishing a whole bottle of tequila by themselves. I watched Mason drink one drink after another and thanked the gods above that I wouldn’t have to deal with his ass after the party tonight.
I sipped on my glass, the alcohol making me woozy. Mr. Bryne walked downstairs, still in his damn suit. He grabbed a glass, sighed through his nose, his back muscles relaxing, and poured himself a drink.
Damien stood up from the couch, placing the bottle on a side table and checking his phone. “You guys ready to get fucked up?”
I rolled my eyes, taking a deep breath through my nose, and watched Damien kiss Serena good-bye and Victor hug Melissa. Mason nodded at me like I was one of his friends and squeezed my shoulder.
No kiss on the lips. Just a measly shoulder-squeeze and a half-hearted good-bye. I stared at his departing frame, a frown stretching across my face. The front door shut behind the guys, and Melissa laughed.
“They’re going to get plastered tonight.” She grabbed her glass and a bottle of wine, nodding toward the stairs to her bedroom. “Come on. Let’s go.”
Serena popped up after her, following her toward her bedroom. I sighed, feeling bad that Mason showed no ounce of affection toward me anymore, and stood up.
