The idea that she might be getting jiggy with some random dude is enough to make me blow a gasket.
I’m on the verge of storming the staircase when I catch sight of her. Air rushes from my lungs as I swing in her direction. The relief flooding through me doesn’t last long because a guy is standing way too damn close, stroking a lock of her hair in his fingers.
I know who this guy is. He’s a douchey frat boy.
Please. Get the fuck out of here.
I glance around.
Where the hell is Olivia? She’s supposed to be keeping an eye on Daisy. Doesn’t she know that’s her job?
But she’s nowhere to be seen.
Great.
Daisy’s eyes are focused on the douchebag frat boy. A smile hovers around the edges of her lips. And there’s a look in her eye…
I straighten to my full height.
Are you fucking kidding me?
I’m a few feet away and coming in hot when Daisy glances over, and our gazes collide.
19
DAISY
Oh my God, what is keeping Olivia?
She’s been gone for at least fifteen minutes. When she took off to use the bathroom, I should have gone with her. Instead, I’d decided to chat up this guy. He’s good-looking in a preppy sort of way. He kind of reminds me of Logan. The only problem is that he opened his mouth and it’s been downhill ever since. He won’t stop yammering about the fraternity he belongs to and how they throw the most epic parties at BU.
Yawn.
If this continues, I’m going to need a Red Bull transfusion to make it through the night.
I need to find a way to extract myself from this situation. Slowly backing away isn’t an option because he’s toying with my hair. It’s like he has me on a leash and is intent on holding me captive.
Just as I get ready to tug my hair free, I catch sight of Carter.
He’s heading this way at a brisk pace. The sea of people parts as he moves through them. He’s wearing a maroon T-shirt that stretches across his chest and hugs his biceps.
My mouth dries at the sight.
He’s frowning like he’s pissed off about something. Any attractionthat had been humming through my body dissipates because he’s probably mad that I’m out partying and now feels obligated to babysit me.
Not necessary, dude.
I’m a big girl. I can handle myself. Haven’t I already proven that?
Kevin, the frat boy wearing a pale pink polo and navy shorts with little embroidered palm trees on them, has switched topics and is now yapping about the business degree he’s working on and how his uncle owns the hedge fund company he’ll be employed at after graduation. He’s so intent on talking about the six-figure salary he’ll rake in that he’s oblivious that we’re no longer alone.
Normally, I’m never happy to see Carter at a party.
But it’s a relief when he slides an arm around my body and tugs me close. The scent of his aftershave assaults me, tempting me to close my eyes and inhale a big breath of him. It takes everything I have inside to suppress the urge.
Neither of us say a word until Kevin realizes that we’re no longer alone. The Logan look-alike blinks in confusion.
“Ahhh…” he drawls.
