“What—what are you doing?” she tries to take a step back from me, but her ankle turns in her high heeled black pumps and she stumbles.
Once again, I try to steady her, but she falls slightly forward, landing against my chest.
I know Bex is a dancer, quite famous on social media, apparently. Her body feels fit and strong, but it’s surprisingly soft at the same time. And she smells so fucking good.
I’ve always made fun of the romance books my ex-wife used to read. In those stories, people were attracted to each other’s scents and that would form a bond between them.
The idea sounded ridiculous until now. Based on her scent alone, I could totally drag Bex into my lair—or I think in those books the characters have “nests”—and make her my mate.
“I asked you a question.” She bites out, pulling me out of my lust induced daze. “What are you doing?”
I let her go and, fuck me, my body screams at me, missing the contact with her warm softness.
This is fucking crazy. I don’t even like Bex. I don’t want her here. That can only mean one thing. I haven’t been with anyone since my ex and I split up. It’s been too long and I need to get laid.
That shouldn’t be too hard to arrange with all the parties on campus, but that’s something to work on later. Right now I have to deal with my pain-in-the-ass of a new roommate.
“What does it look like I’m doing? I came to walk you home and I’m keeping you from face planting on the ground of the parking lot. Spoiler alert, asphalt is hard and I don’t recommend trying it.”
My snark pisses her off, and she glares at me.
I clear my throat to keep my smile in check. Bex is kind of funny when she’s angry.
“Why would you walk me home?” she asks, wrapping her arms over her middle in a protective stance.
“Your boyfriend texted me and asked me to. Coach showed up at the Gamma house while they were trying to get Tucker to sober up with some carbs. He wants to see the entire team extra early tomorrow morning for an ass chewing, no doubt. But the guys who were at the house also got to enjoy a lecture on how the hockey team is expected to conduct themselves in an official environment. Corey showed up with Candace and when Jamie realized that she hadn’t taken you home and you didn’t even read his texts, he got worried and sent me. I was at the gym for a late night workout that I cut short to do my teammate a favor. Does that answer your question, Little Miss Nosy?”
My tone earns me another glare.
“Fiona was supposed to wait for me,” she murmurs. “But she didn’t.”
I roll my eyes. “Yeah, that’s what Candace told Jamie. But they called Fiona, and she didn’t answer her phone either. So they wanted to make sure you wouldn’t be left here by yourself.”
Her scowl darkens. “I’m perfectly capable of walking home by myself. Our condo is maybe a fifteen-minute walk from here.”
The way she says “our condo” bothers me. She sure made herself at home as if she had a right to be here.
“So you came here to do my boyfriend a favor, and you decided to have some fun with me while you were at it?”
Didn’t I just say that women are crazy?
“Fun? I don’t know if I’d call going out of my way to walk you home and being thanked with your fists fun. Usually, my idea of fun involves a ride on my bike or a day out at the beach.”
She flips me off. “Fuck you, Keene. I don’t need you to walk me home. This campus is known to be pretty safe. You’re the only threat to my safety, as far as I know.”
Yup. Definitely crazy.
“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?” I growl.
Bex’s voice goes up a few octaves. She’s clearly upset and her anger is directed at me. “You must have heard me saying to Luke or to Jamie that I thought the secret kiss at the Zeta party was hot. So you decided to mess with me.”
She isn’t making any sense.
“Have you had too much to drink? I guess Tucker isn’t the only one who can’t resist an open bar. Because it’s either you’re off your tits drunk, or you’re completely crazy. I have no idea what the fuck you’re talking about.”
Rather than calming her down, my words have the opposite effect.
“Drop the act, Keene!” she snaps. “Jamie sent you here to walk me home. Instead, you put on a hockey mask, made me believe you were my mystery kiss and then attacked me once I let you get close enough.”
