Lexi
My legs swung back and forth, a nervous energy swimming through my veins, as I waited on the bench at the edge of campus overlooking Copper Cove. Things had been so hectic since I arrived at Stonewall, I hadn’t had a minute to explore beyond the sprawling university. Most of the majestic sailboats and gleaming hundred-foot yachts that usually littered the pristine docks below had been covered or turned south for the winter, but still a few bobbed in the white-capped waters.
September had come and gone, and October held a crisp breeze, one that my flimsy jacket wouldn’t protect me from for long. I’d have to break into my hard-earned savings to buy a true winter coat before the end of the month.
Hey, you wanted away from the sweltering heat of Arizona, now you got it, Lexi. That annoying inner voice echoed through my mind. I’d definitely wanted something different from the small town I’d grown up in, but had I fallen into more than I’d bargained for?
Not only had I ended up in Killian’s dark sights, but I’d fallen into Stan’s orbit. Then of course there was that little possible murder thing I’d stumbled across. FML.
I glanced at my watch, and a hint of unease churned in my gut. Micah was thirty minutes late for our lunch date. It wasn’t like him to be one minute late, let alone a full half hour. Reaching for my phone, I typed out a quick message.
Me: Did you stand me up? ;)
Staring at the screen, I waited for those telltale blue bubbles. Nothing. A frosty breeze lifted the deep auburn hair off my shoulders, sending a chill across the back of my neck. I typed out a hasty follow up when the silence ensued.
Me: I’m starting to get worried. Will you just tell me you’re okay?
Nothing.
“Damn it, Micah,” I hissed.
A sharp, irritating giggle echoed behind me, and I refused to turn my head, knowing exactly which resident mean girl I’d find. The clatter of designer boots drew closer and Lorelei sauntered around the bench, stopping right in front of me and blocking the beautiful view.
So much for finding some Zen.
“What’s the matter, charity case, did your boyfriend stand you up?”
I rolled my eyes, biting back the urge to let loose a string of curses that would make the sailors manning the fancy yachts in the harbor cringe. “Micah’s just a friend,” I muttered. “Not that it’s any of your business.”
“That’s not what I heard.” She planted a hand on her hip, cocking it in my direction. “Word around the Sigma Delta house is that the new pledge saw you on your knees with one of the brothers, and he’s completely heartbroken.” She paused. “Ithought you of all people wouldn’t be so careless about yourfriend’s feelings.”
A gasp escaped despite my best efforts to grit my teeth. Shit. He’d seen Killian and me doingthat?
Oh, hell, my life was over.
No wonder he’d been acting so weird last time I saw him. Who else knew?
Wait a second... My gaze narrowed on the bitchy Barbie. She had no idea it was Killian. If she did, I’d be prying her fingernails from around my neck.
A satisfied grin curled the corners of my lips. Not like I wanted to shout my moment of weakness from the clifftops, but the fact that I’d stolen Killian’s attention sent a swirl of satisfaction through my damaged insides.
“What are you smiling about?”
“Nothing.” My grin widened. “I was just thinking you’re the one who should be keeping better tabs onyourboyfriend.”
Deep crimson flared across her high cheekbones, that stupid pouty mouth curving into a capital O.Yeah, that’s right, bitch, your boyfriend’s obsessed with me. If I had any intention of continuing this thing with Killian, I would’ve voiced the words and crushed her like a bug. But the truth was, this dirty thing my former best friend and I had couldn’t continue.
It wasn’t healthy for either of us.
Sure, it had been days since he’d finger-fucked me into oblivion in the middle of Rocks for Jocks, and I still couldn’t forget the mind-blowing orgasm, but that sure as hell didn’t mean I was going to repeat that terrible mistake.
So the boy knew his way around a clit? There had to be tons of frat guys more than willing to get me off without all that baggage.
“What are you trying to say, charity?” Lorelei inched closer, her cheeks so red I was scared her face would explode.
“I’m not saying anything.” I gave her a sweet smile.
“Keep your dirty, scholarship paws off Killian Davenport. He’s mine. Do you hear me? I need him...”
