"Yeah, my list. You know, like a list of people we're allowed to have sex with outside of our relationship. You're at the very top of mine, Professor Hunter."
Oh my God.
James lowered his eyebrows slightly. He looked pissed. "Please call me James. And as flattering as that is, I'm getting married. And I don't have a list because I don't want one. I would never cheat on my fiancée. She's everything that I need."
"Right, but maybe...ow!"
Layla had just elbowed Kristen in the ribs. Kristen glared at her.
"You're up, Matt," Rob said.
I silently thanked him. It was nice of him to intervene to help his brother out. If I had been sitting next to Kristen, I would have elbowed her a few minutes ago.
"I'm kind of liking this conversation," Matt said and looked back and forth between Kristen and James. "You know, Kristen," he said, putting his arm behind her on the chair. "You could always add me to your list. I promise my dick is much thicker than a flute."
She laughed. "I'm not prepared to kick James off quite yet. But I'll keep that in mind."
"Please kick me off," James grumbled beside me.
I laughed.
He looked over at me and smiled. His smile was just as charming as his brothers, but I was too busy staring at his eyes to focus on it. His pupils were dilated. It wasn't dark in the restaurant. His pupils shouldn't have been that big.
"Hey, are you sure you're okay?" I whispered.
He gave me a small smile. "I'm good. Just a little overheated." He rolled up his sleeves even more. "Is it hot in here, or is it just me?"
"It's a little warm, I guess." If he was on drugs, he was trying to hide it. Or maybe he didn't know. Maybe someone had slipped him something. I had a fleeting thought that it was Kristen. But she hadn't been alone with him. And even though she was acting completely inappropriate, I couldn't imagine her drugging James. That would be crazy. Kristen wasn't crazy. Was she? I looked over at her. She was staring down at the table. She looked a little embarrassed about her onslaught. It definitely wasn't her. Or maybe she was just planning how to proposition him next.
"Okay," Matt said, removing his arm from the back of Kristen's chair. "My dick is thicker than a flute, even when it's flaccid." Everyone laughed. "Stop laughing," he mumbled. "I can break dance. And I'm really into working out."
Rob laughed. "You're lying about working out."
"Yup. Working out is the worst."
"So, you can actually break dance?" Alina asked.
"Yeah, I'm a great break dancer."
"Really?"
"Maybe I can show you a few moves later."
She laughed. "Bryce would love it if I came home knowing how to break dance."
Matt shook his head, clearly defeated by the women on either side of him.
"Well," Kristen said. "I hate Justin Bieber so much that it hurts. I love Disney movies. And I have a crush on my professor."
"Jesus Christ," James said under his breath. "Does she ever let up?"
I laughed. "No. She's been obsessed with you ever since you walked onto campus."
"Yeah. I had my suspicions. How do I make her stop?"
"Seduce her?"
James frowned. "I'm not going to..."
