She scanned the room as though she were about to tell me a dirty secret. “I recently heard some girls in the dorm talking about Ryker. His nickname is the Foreplay King.”
I snorted. “Please. He comes off as afuck ’em and leave ’emkind of guy.”
It was her turn to snort. “How do you know?”
“Fair enough. Can we stop talking about him?” Just the mention of his name was getting me all hot and bothered… or maybe irritated.
She tugged me to two empty chairs at the end of the first row by the arched windows.
Whew!At least I could jump out of the window if I had to.
Some brown-haired, heavily made-up girl tapped on the mic on the podium. “Everyone find a seat.”
I glanced around the room as I fidgeted. “I’m out of here as soon as this is over.”
Vicki patted my leg. “Sure.”
I arched a brow at my roomie, debating whether to sandblast her for treating me like I was lying. But I didn’t want to make a scene.
I checked my phone for nothing more than to keep busy. I wasn’t one to sit around, especially when I hadn’t been thrilled about attending this event, although if I were being honest, I did want to see Ryker.
The air in the room was charged with excitement, laughs, and whispers as girls took their seats. I didn’t see any signs of the football team.
I leaned into Vicki. “How many girls in here want in Ryker’s pants?”
She gave me a sidelong glance then rolled her brown eyes. “All of them.”
That was just another reason to stay away from Ryker. I didn’t want to compete with other women. But just as that thought careened across my mind, I spotted Blondie, the girl I’d met at Ryker’s place. The hackles on my neck went up. I would kill her if she was following me.
I nudged Vicki. “Don’t look now, but that blonde who was at Ryker’s house is standing off to our left.”
Of course Vicki leaned forward to look. “The one dressed in a tight pink blouse, showing off her big breasts?”
“Yep.” Upon further inspection, I noticed that Blondie cleaned up well. Her hair was styled on top of her head in some fancy twist. Her makeup was painted on perfectly, and she had meat on her bones. Then I zeroed in on the phone in her hand, and I tensed.
Vicki shook her head. “That’s Beverly Sims. She just became president of this sorority. So she’s the one your father knows?”
“I’m leaving.” The last thing I needed was my father to see me at a sorority meeting, especially one that included Ryker James. That was a double whammy and sure to get me locked in my room at the ranch.
Vicki swung out her arm. “You’ll be noticed for sure. Wait until the meeting is over. No one will be able to snap a pic with you in the front row.”
I begged to differ since Beverly’s phone was in her hand, ready to go.
You’re here to listen. You’re supporting a friend. Your father can’t chastise you for that.
Beverly sashayed up to the podium, adjusted the microphone, and swept her blue gaze around the room. Her eyes landed nowhere near me.
I was sure she was looking for the football players. Then a wild thought flashed before me, and my radar shot up. Vicki could have lured me there because she was helping Beverly get dirt on me for my father.
Stop panicking.
“Hello, ladies,” Beverly said. “Welcome. Tonight is our official kickoff. Over the next couple of weeks, we’ll be in recruitment mode. So those who are serious, make sure we have your name on the list.”
The women tittered and whispered.
“Once we’re done here, the party begins downstairs. Now on to the official announcement from the football team, the one you ladies are dying to hear.” Beverly stared toward the back of the room, as did most of the women, who turned to check behind them, including me.
I didn’t see one sign of Ryker or his right-hand man, Lucas, or any big guys for that matter.
