“Good point.” I shoved a few more fries in my mouth. “Yeah, I’m in,” I finally answered around the mouthful, because really, what could it hurt to have a night of fun with my friend. “Have you found out anything else?”
“Not yet, but I have a feeling I’m going to get the nod soon.”
“What nod?”
He hunched over the table and leaned in close. “It’s rumored around the pledges that each year, the brothers pick a few special candidates to join some secret society within the frat.”
“No shit...”
“True story.” Micah’s glasses tipped forward, and he pushed them back with a greasy finger. “I’ve been the perfect pledge, doing absolutely everything I’m asked. I even had to handwash the entire football team’s jock straps, and I did it with a fucking smile.”
A laugh burst from my lips and I nearly spewed my drink everywhere. “That sounds horrible.”
“It is, but it’s nothing illegal.”
The hair on the back of my neck tingled. That scent hit me again.
Expensive. Dark. Killian.
I kept eating my fries like he wasn’t even there. Like I hadn’t sensed him the minute he’d entered the room.
Killian cleared his throat with a growl once he reached us, and Micah blanched.
Finally, I swung my gaze to the right and met a pair of blistering green eyes. My stomach tightened.
Of course, he’d come to ruin my dinner with one of my only friends at Stonewall.
The anger that ignited at the sight of him burned into unexpected heat at his proximity, swimming across my cheeks,then diving low in my belly. And just like the day Killian cornered me after class, I felt something.
Something besides his hard-ass cock between my legs.
And Cordi wasn’t exaggerating, he felt huge. And I’d felt... turned on. I’d been so wet when he finally let me go I raced to the bathroom certain I’d gotten my period. I hadn’t. There was no logical explanation. Why would my body react to him like that after what he’d put me through? After they way he’d acted in class, and then in that damn alcove.
Damn it, I was so fucked up. My stupid body couldn’t tell the difference between steamy, rough foreplay and genuine hatred.
Killian stomped closer until he loomed behind me, each inch of my body desperately aware of his proximity. “Pledge, what the fuck are you doing?”
Micah swallowed hard, his Adam’s apple jogging down the column of his throat. “Excuse me?”
“You mean, ‘excuse me,Master Davenport,’” he snarled and slammed his palms over my head and onto the table. His massive body draped over me, and a tremor of fear for Micah raced up my spine.
A few heads turned in our direction, curious gazes watching the exchange.
Micah cleared his throat and fidgeted with his glasses. “Excuse me, Master Davenport,” he repeated.
“That’s better, you low-life, cum-sucking pledge.” He remained hunched over me, his gaze drilling into my friend’s across the table. “Now, who said you could eat with this girl?”
“I–I didn’t think it would be a problem.”
“It’s not your job to think. Your job is to listen and obey. Got it, pledge?”
Micah’s head bounced up and down.
“Dick,” I hissed.
Kill’s murderous gaze dropped to the top of my head. I didn’t have to see it, I could feel it burning a hole in my scalp.
“Now, get your ass up, pledge, and sit over there with the others.” He pointed across the room at a table of two guys wearing the same pale gray frat t-shirt. Killian’s eyes focused on the matching males. “That’s another thing. Why the hell aren’t you wearing your pledge shirt?”
