“That will humiliate him,” she hissed.
My upper lip curled into a sneer. “That’s the point. And because you’re so fond of him, I think I’ll make him jog by the dean’s office. He’ll get a real kick out of that.”
Her mouth dropped. “That could land Micah in serious trouble, maybe even expulsion.”
I shrugged. “He should have thought about that before ignoring his priorities.” And for thinking he had any right to sit with her, smiling like she was his world.
“Just leave him alone, Kill.” Her voice cracked. “I’ll do... anything.”
The moment the words left her mouth, regret flashed across her face. She could probably see the gears whirling in my head as a wonderful, vile thought struck me. Lorelei, whose stare burned into the back of my head from across the room, had reminded me that Lexi didn’t have the money to afford anything here. And she’d need it.
So I did what any evil, villainous monster would. I latched onto her desperation to fulfill my sick desires, all to save herfriend.
A wolfish grin slowly broke across my face as I bent my arms and crushed my body into hers. “Anything?”
Lexi’s audible gulp made my dick throb. She licked her lips, hesitating. “Anything.”
“You’ll be my servant—um, assistant—this semester?” This was so wrong and yet so fucking right. “In return, I’ll pay for your Geology tripandease up on Micah.”
The fire blazing in her stare threatened to melt my bones. “I hate you.”
“I know.” I blew her a kiss. “But do we have a deal?”
She lifted her chin, teeth baring in a grimace. “Deal.”
“I. Am. Not. Wearing. That.” Lexi jabbed her finger at the slutty black and white French maid uniform on my bed, complete with stripper heels.
I hadn’t actually expected her to show up. And I definitely hadn’t expected her to walk into my bedroom like she belonged there.
Pulling out the slutty costume was a last-minute decision. Slate had bought it for a pledge to wear, but Axel put a stop to it and tossed it into his closet.
“You made this deal, Red. Now you have to keep up your end of the bargain.” I gave a lazy shrug and leaned against my dresser. “If you don’t, I’ll go back on my word and screw with Micah even worse. And I won’t fund your half of the trip. Gosh, how will you ever pass Geology and keep your scholarship?”
Seeing how upset Lexi was over Micah had polluted my brain and stolen the sense right out of it.
She wasn’t allowed to care about someone else.
Was that stupid and irrational as fuck?
Of course.
But did I care?
Nope.
I wasn’t serious about making her my servant because that would put her in my personal space, but here she was in my fucking bedroom, of all places. And what the hell would I do if she actually donned that revealing outfit?
Lexi flicked her auburn locks over her shoulder. “I’m not walking around a frat house dressed like a whore.”
I pushed off my dresser and demolished the space between us until her vanilla scent—with a hint of something fruity—rushed over me.
Fuck, she smelled good.
She always had, but when we were kids, it was softer.
Subtle.
This new, heightened version sure as hell had a grip on me. And why was that fragrance so familiar?
