“Why don’t you take me to bed, huh?”
Taylor stares at me for a while, before he finally gives me a half-hearted smile. “I’ve never been one to let someone down when they need it most.”
Chapter Eight
“We’re going where?” I ask, sitting my purse down on Taylor’s couch. Cindy is fluffing her blonde hair, and making sure her dress is as tight as it can be.
“To the Kappa party, we have to.” She looks over at me, eye racking down my button up coffee shop t-shirt. “But, you have to change. Come on, Brett and Taylor are both coming. They’re getting dressed.” She pokes out her lip and intertwines her fingers.
Great. I just get back from a long ass shift with Eric asking a million questions the entire time, to be rushed to go to a party. “Fraternity parties really aren’t my thing, Cindy. You know that.” I pull my hair from his holder and run my fingers through it. Ah, relief.
She taps her stiletto on the floor and pokes her hip out. “Well, the pool hall really isn’t my thing but I go. You can go to one party with me, Lay.”
Aggravated, I walk toward Taylor’s bedroom with Cindy jumping up and down behind me. Taylor is pulling on a tight-fitted shirt when I walk in. “Well, hello, sunshine. You look so happy to be here.” He rolls his eyes. “What’s up with you?”
I kick off my shoes and sigh. “Fraternity party, do we have to go?” I ask.
Taylor cracks his neck and motions toward the bed. “Got you something to wear.”
He bought me something? I glance up at him, but he continues to get ready. “Just put it on, Lay. It’s a…thank you.”
“For what? I haven’t done anything but put you in danger.”
Taylor grabs his wallet and shoves it in his back pocket, then turns toward me. I see he’s trimmed his facial hair, the chin strap is perfectly shaved and hot. “Layla,” he grabs my chin, “what did I tell you? I can take care of us.”
I bite my lip. “What if Rod is there? What if he attacks us or something?” I raise my hands in the air. “I couldn’t live with myself.”
Taylor sighs and runs his fingers over my jaw. “Take a shower. Let’s go.”
He shuts the door behind him.
Ugh.
I shower, make sure to shave my legs, spray some Vera Wang on. The dress Taylor got me is short, black and the back is open. With the heels I borrowed from Cindy, I look hot. It makes me smile. I’m not used to going out for fun, it’s work, play pool, get money and go home. This is just fun , to dance, to drink and let loose. The thought makes me smile, until I think about Rod showing up. Will he? Will he hurt Cindy? Or Eric? Or…Taylor? Or me?
Thud. Thud. Thud. “You about ready?” Taylor asks from the other side of the door.
I don’t answer, examining myself in his mirror. I hear a few small clicks and he opens the door. “Hey! I locked that.”
Taylor glances down at my feet, and scans all the way up to the low cute front. “Fucking wow. I think I’m going to have to keep an eye on you tonight.” He runs his hand over my bare back. “Or take you in the broom closet.”
I fight a smile and point toward the door. He shrugs and pulls me closer toward him. The touch feels great, and I actually feel comfortable. Very comfortable. Very safe.
“ Woohoo, Kitten!” Cindy yells from the door, thrusting her first in the air. “You look hot, now get ya ass in the car. We’re leaving.”
Against my better judgment, I let Taylor drag me toward his Hummer.
The Kappa house is on campus, in a decently sized two story home. Most of the pledges stay there, so the rooms are filled with their things. I always thought that was a bad idea, but it’s their shit not mine. I hear the loud music blasting from the opened black shutters as soon as we pull up. Brett backs into a parking spot
Taylor stares at me for a while, before he finally gives me a half-hearted smile. “I’ve never been one to let someone down when they need it most.”
Chapter Eight
“We’re going where?” I ask, sitting my purse down on Taylor’s couch. Cindy is fluffing her blonde hair, and making sure her dress is as tight as it can be.
“To the Kappa party, we have to.” She looks over at me, eye racking down my button up coffee shop t-shirt. “But, you have to change. Come on, Brett and Taylor are both coming. They’re getting dressed.” She pokes out her lip and intertwines her fingers.
Great. I just get back from a long ass shift with Eric asking a million questions the entire time, to be rushed to go to a party. “Fraternity parties really aren’t my thing, Cindy. You know that.” I pull my hair from his holder and run my fingers through it. Ah, relief.
She taps her stiletto on the floor and pokes her hip out. “Well, the pool hall really isn’t my thing but I go. You can go to one party with me, Lay.”
Aggravated, I walk toward Taylor’s bedroom with Cindy jumping up and down behind me. Taylor is pulling on a tight-fitted shirt when I walk in. “Well, hello, sunshine. You look so happy to be here.” He rolls his eyes. “What’s up with you?”
I kick off my shoes and sigh. “Fraternity party, do we have to go?” I ask.
Taylor cracks his neck and motions toward the bed. “Got you something to wear.”
He bought me something? I glance up at him, but he continues to get ready. “Just put it on, Lay. It’s a…thank you.”
“For what? I haven’t done anything but put you in danger.”
Taylor grabs his wallet and shoves it in his back pocket, then turns toward me. I see he’s trimmed his facial hair, the chin strap is perfectly shaved and hot. “Layla,” he grabs my chin, “what did I tell you? I can take care of us.”
I bite my lip. “What if Rod is there? What if he attacks us or something?” I raise my hands in the air. “I couldn’t live with myself.”
Taylor sighs and runs his fingers over my jaw. “Take a shower. Let’s go.”
He shuts the door behind him.
Ugh.
I shower, make sure to shave my legs, spray some Vera Wang on. The dress Taylor got me is short, black and the back is open. With the heels I borrowed from Cindy, I look hot. It makes me smile. I’m not used to going out for fun, it’s work, play pool, get money and go home. This is just fun , to dance, to drink and let loose. The thought makes me smile, until I think about Rod showing up. Will he? Will he hurt Cindy? Or Eric? Or…Taylor? Or me?
Thud. Thud. Thud. “You about ready?” Taylor asks from the other side of the door.
I don’t answer, examining myself in his mirror. I hear a few small clicks and he opens the door. “Hey! I locked that.”
Taylor glances down at my feet, and scans all the way up to the low cute front. “Fucking wow. I think I’m going to have to keep an eye on you tonight.” He runs his hand over my bare back. “Or take you in the broom closet.”
I fight a smile and point toward the door. He shrugs and pulls me closer toward him. The touch feels great, and I actually feel comfortable. Very comfortable. Very safe.
“ Woohoo, Kitten!” Cindy yells from the door, thrusting her first in the air. “You look hot, now get ya ass in the car. We’re leaving.”
Against my better judgment, I let Taylor drag me toward his Hummer.
The Kappa house is on campus, in a decently sized two story home. Most of the pledges stay there, so the rooms are filled with their things. I always thought that was a bad idea, but it’s their shit not mine. I hear the loud music blasting from the opened black shutters as soon as we pull up. Brett backs into a parking spot
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