Get What You Give by Stephanie Perry Moore Page A

presentations and decide who Mr. Beta Gamma Pi is. And if you have any more questions. . .” I paused.
    Morgan cunningly asked, “If we have any more questions, can we come see you? I need an address or phone number so I can reach you.” He was flirting.
    And consciously flirting back, I said, “You’ll see on the page at the bottom that I gave y’all my phone number. If you need to use it ... use it.” And then I shrugged my shoulders.
    The guys had some other questions, and I answered them. As soon as we were adjourned, Morgan made his way toward me. I was only five feet, six inches, and he towered over me, but it wasn’t an eerie hovering. It was one that made me feel safe, like he was about to wrap his tight and chiseled arms around me.
    He looked deep into my eyes and said, “I will certainly be giving you a call.”
    Then he bent over and planted a long kiss on my cheek. When he walked away I wanted to scream, but everyone in the room could see I was fascinated with the giant.

9
    PINCH
    W hen Morgan turned around, came back toward me, brushed up against my chest, and reached for the papers he’d laid on the desk when he kissed me, I was caught between a rock and a hard place. My heart was beating, and my line sisters were furious. I could tell. They weren’t looking directly at me, but I knew they were not happy at all.
    Morgan said, “I forgot this. I was so excited to get your number I forgot the information. That wouldn’t do us any good, huh? Seeing as y’all need us to raise a lot of money for charity and us dudes need to raise money for tuition.”
    Licking my lips, I couldn’t respond. This guy was just a man’s man. Rough, unpolished, yet so together. It was scary.
    As soon as he left for the final time, Teddi came over to me, tugged my arm, and said, “Hailey, why don’t you just take off your panties in front of him already?”
    â€œWhat are you talking about?” I said to her, trying to play it off. “He needed his information.”
    â€œGirl, Morgan Burnette has a helluva rep. Don’t get caught in the good looks,” Teddi scolded.
    The other three of my line sisters ganged up and were on Teddi’s side. Evan and I had been connecting. She was really trying to forget G-Dogg, and he’d been calling. Every time she got the urge to return his advances, she called me. So I knew she would have my back. That theory was quickly shot to the moon when she said, “Yeah, you were a little too giddy. ‘Are you sure you’re going to call me?’ ” she mocked.
    â€œHailey, I’m just saying,” Millie said in her mouse voice, “you’re the chair of this event, and you’re not supposed to mix business with pleasure. From what I just witnessed, everything was way too hot. It was almost X-rated.”
    â€œYou guys are so tripping. Y’all were snickering and grinning over him as well.”
    Quisa said, “Yeah, we were checking him out, and the brother is fine, but none of us has a boyfriend. And as was just brought to your attention, we’re not the chair.”
    â€œWhat does me being the chair have to do with anything? Are you insinuating that I’m mixing business with pleasure? Okay, listen up. We are all in college, okay? And though I have a boyfriend, there is no ring on my finger,” I said, dangling my hand in their faces.
    â€œOh, come on,” Teddi said to me. “Hailey, you and I fell out at the top of the school year because you were so into our new SGA President. What, y’all broke up or something?”
    â€œNo! I’m meeting up with him later on. Everything is fine. You guys are overreacting. You saw a little playful fun with me and a contestant. You gotta work with what you got.”
    â€œYeah, but you also gotta represent yourself the right way. Ain’t no need in giving away false signals. The way you were hanging on was