Controlling the Sorority (The Magic Remote Book 2) by Nadia Nightside Page A
Authors: Nadia Nightside
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the middle of the night, if I'm feeling all lonely.”
“Oh . . .” his eyes widened. “Yes, Alyssa. That's me. I'm your guy. You can call me whenever. At night. You know. When you need a shoulder to lean on. Or whenever.”
“Great!”
She stood up, looking up at the clock. It was nearly one o'clock, and there were a lot of preparations needed still for the big party tonight.
“Okay, well, you have to get going now. There's a lot of stuff I have to take care of.”
“Is there um . . . a bathroom I can use . . . ?”
Alyssa resisted the urge to wilt her nose. Seeing the pathetic bulge in his pants, she knew exactly what he wanted the bathroom for.
“There's one down the street, a few blocks from here at the gas station.” She shrugged. “Sorry, we only have um . . . ladies bathrooms, here.”
“In a house?”
“I know! It's weird, huh?” she shrugged. “Anyway . . . off you go!”
He left without further complaint, gathering up all of his materials and shuffling out the door. She watched him watching her push the chairs back in to the large study table. Every move she made was of intense fascination to her, probably getting logged at the top of his mental jerk-off rolodex. She took a sort of pride in that.
Being a magnificent hottie, like what she was, made her life much easier by default, but what was “default” had never been good enough for Alyssa. If she was going to get hand-outs, she wanted the best hand-outs. If boys were going to give her pretty jewelry because she was attractive, she wanted the best jewelry.
That's why she chose Rick to “tutor” her in chemistry. He was some prodigy at the school, probably going to earn the nobel prize one day. So if she was going to have someone do her homework for her, it would be the best person in chemistry.
She was worth it, she knew. Worth all of this attention. Alyssa had been winning beauty contests since she was twelve.
By the time she was eighteen, several millionaires and foreign princes had offered up their fortunes just to spend a single night with her. She turned them down, of course—she knew that with age, she was only going to grow more beautiful, and there was no sense in cashing in on an investment when it was still peaking.
And besides that, men and women fell all over themselves to do what she wanted anyway.
Now, at the age of twenty-two, she ate whatever she wanted, and still maintained the picture perfect 34-18-36D body that she rocked at that very moment. Her muscles were toned and firm from years of cheerleading and gymnastics and now-daily cardio, and her hair—effortlessly thick, floating down to the middle of her back, the perfectly sexy shade of chestnut brown—just completed the package.
The cocktail mixture of Brazilian, Russian, Native American, and Asian heritage had made her face into a work of divine beauty, or so she told herself every day, staring in the mirror.
So for guys like Rick, she could play the helpless little girl to manipulation's sake, but she knew there was no one more powerful on the planet than a woman who knew she was gorgeous.
The Kappa Phi Theta sorority house was the finest on the Grant University Campus. When Alyssa had arrived there in her first year, it had been a nerd's sorority. All the girls had been working hard to try and maintain some kind of educational equality with the men on the campus.
Watching Rick leave, enjoying her control over him, Alyssa reflected on those girls from the sorority before she had arrived. knew their struggle was totally pointless. Men would fight tooth and nail for their spots on the top, and when they saw women gunning for those spots, there was bound to be trouble.
Now in her fourth year of college, her third year as president and one year away from graduating, Alyssa had established with a firm, beautiful hand the sorority that she wanted to be in charge of. Each and every girl was eighteen years or older, eagerly working day and night to make Alyssa
“Oh . . .” his eyes widened. “Yes, Alyssa. That's me. I'm your guy. You can call me whenever. At night. You know. When you need a shoulder to lean on. Or whenever.”
“Great!”
She stood up, looking up at the clock. It was nearly one o'clock, and there were a lot of preparations needed still for the big party tonight.
“Okay, well, you have to get going now. There's a lot of stuff I have to take care of.”
“Is there um . . . a bathroom I can use . . . ?”
Alyssa resisted the urge to wilt her nose. Seeing the pathetic bulge in his pants, she knew exactly what he wanted the bathroom for.
“There's one down the street, a few blocks from here at the gas station.” She shrugged. “Sorry, we only have um . . . ladies bathrooms, here.”
“In a house?”
“I know! It's weird, huh?” she shrugged. “Anyway . . . off you go!”
He left without further complaint, gathering up all of his materials and shuffling out the door. She watched him watching her push the chairs back in to the large study table. Every move she made was of intense fascination to her, probably getting logged at the top of his mental jerk-off rolodex. She took a sort of pride in that.
Being a magnificent hottie, like what she was, made her life much easier by default, but what was “default” had never been good enough for Alyssa. If she was going to get hand-outs, she wanted the best hand-outs. If boys were going to give her pretty jewelry because she was attractive, she wanted the best jewelry.
That's why she chose Rick to “tutor” her in chemistry. He was some prodigy at the school, probably going to earn the nobel prize one day. So if she was going to have someone do her homework for her, it would be the best person in chemistry.
She was worth it, she knew. Worth all of this attention. Alyssa had been winning beauty contests since she was twelve.
By the time she was eighteen, several millionaires and foreign princes had offered up their fortunes just to spend a single night with her. She turned them down, of course—she knew that with age, she was only going to grow more beautiful, and there was no sense in cashing in on an investment when it was still peaking.
And besides that, men and women fell all over themselves to do what she wanted anyway.
Now, at the age of twenty-two, she ate whatever she wanted, and still maintained the picture perfect 34-18-36D body that she rocked at that very moment. Her muscles were toned and firm from years of cheerleading and gymnastics and now-daily cardio, and her hair—effortlessly thick, floating down to the middle of her back, the perfectly sexy shade of chestnut brown—just completed the package.
The cocktail mixture of Brazilian, Russian, Native American, and Asian heritage had made her face into a work of divine beauty, or so she told herself every day, staring in the mirror.
So for guys like Rick, she could play the helpless little girl to manipulation's sake, but she knew there was no one more powerful on the planet than a woman who knew she was gorgeous.
The Kappa Phi Theta sorority house was the finest on the Grant University Campus. When Alyssa had arrived there in her first year, it had been a nerd's sorority. All the girls had been working hard to try and maintain some kind of educational equality with the men on the campus.
Watching Rick leave, enjoying her control over him, Alyssa reflected on those girls from the sorority before she had arrived. knew their struggle was totally pointless. Men would fight tooth and nail for their spots on the top, and when they saw women gunning for those spots, there was bound to be trouble.
Now in her fourth year of college, her third year as president and one year away from graduating, Alyssa had established with a firm, beautiful hand the sorority that she wanted to be in charge of. Each and every girl was eighteen years or older, eagerly working day and night to make Alyssa
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