Total pages in book: 145
Estimated words: 138775 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 694(@200wpm)___ 555(@250wpm)___ 463(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 138775 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 694(@200wpm)___ 555(@250wpm)___ 463(@300wpm)
“Sure.”
“Enjoy the dinner—the food here is amazing.”
“Let’s go to our table.” Kylle said. His palm had returned to a respectable position on my back. He led me to a two-person table along the edge of the dance floor. There was a little note card on it, perhaps saying it was reserved for us? He swept it off the table before pulling my chair out for me.
Had anyone ever done that before for me? If so, I couldn’t remember it. I sat down and before I could even try to scoot the chair forward, he’d done it. Then his hand rested briefly on my bare shoulder. His skin was warm, and I tilted my head that way, resting my cheek against his touch for just a moment. Then he sat in the chair opposite me.
I set my champagne flute on the table next to a crystal water glass. There were also fine porcelain plates on chargers, gleaming silverware, and cloth napkins. Nowhere was a menu, however.
“It's a set three-course meal,” Kyle said when I asked about it. “If you don’t like it, we can ask for something else, but the food here is very good.”
The food here. I still didn’t know where here was, or why it was, or who sponsored or funded it or anything like that—but that didn’t stop me from being glad Kyle had brought me here as his date.
A waiter showed up, a young man who looked like a college student. Like the others, he had on a white button-down shirt, black pants, and one of those thick cloth belt things—maybe it was called a cummerbund? He filled our water glasses and refreshed our champagne without a word, and then he was gone.
Kyle picked up his flute and raised it to mine. “To a wonderful evening,” he said.
“It’s off to a pretty amazing start,” I said after tapping my glass against his.
“It is.” His eyes swept over my dress, and I couldn’t help thinking of that very erotic way he’d pulled the neckline of my dress away from me earlier. Cool night air had washed over my breasts, and my nipples instantly hardened. All it would’ve taken was one quick glance, and he would’ve seen my almost bare chest—but he hadn’t looked. Not even once.
My thighs clenched just thinking about it. It had been such a sexually charged moment. And I doubted it would be the only one.
“So how do you know Forsythe?” Kyle asked.
“Who?” My mind was still in the gutter
“Grant Forsythe.”
“Through Hailey. They’re roommates.”
“Oh?”
“Yes. I stayed at their place for a week or two after I escaped from Todd’s house.”
Kyle surveyed me, his eyes raised. “Is there anyone on campus you haven’t stayed with recently?”
I laughed. “Very few people. Staying with Hailey was great, but a little crowded. It’s not just them—there are two other guys who live there as well.” I lowered my voice conspiratorially. “In fact, until I saw her and Grant tonight, I wasn’t sure which one of them she was dating. I thought it might be Ian, but it’s Grant.”
“What makes you say that?”
“Well, they’re here, and all dressed up, and they look so good together.”
“But you’ve said she has three male roommates.”
“Yes. It’s kind of like our house.” I laughed.
“I suspect it’s not quite the same,” Kyle said, with a hint of a grin. “But hey, good for her.”
I took another sip of champagne and giggled. “She probably needs a stepladder to kiss him.”
“I’m sure they manage.”
A waiter arrived with the first course, which consisted of basket of warm rolls that smelled delicious, and a small ramekin of baked brie to share. It was topped with honey and almonds. It was soft and melty when I spread it on the bread.
Kyle kept watching me as I ate, which made me a little self-conscious. “What?” I finally asked.
“I like seeing you enjoy yourself.”
“I’m enjoying the brie,” I said. But then I smiled. “And the company.”
“Good. I—”
He was interrupted by the arrival of two guys in matching three-piece suits. After I blinked rapidly, I saw that the guys were matching, too. Twins.
Kyle introduced them. “This is Robert, he plays first. And that’s Paul, he plays third.” Before he could introduce me, he frowned at his teammates, who just grinned back at him. “Actually, maybe that one’s Paul and this one’s Robert. Either way, this is Tori.”
The twin nearest me shook my hand. “Nice to meet you, Tori.” His gaze was on my cleavage.
The other twin echoed, “Nice to meet you,” but he looked me in the eye before turning back to Kyle. “What happened to the firecracker?”
Wait, the what? Before I could ask what that was, the twins were off, either having spotted someone else to catch up with.
I put my hand over my chest as they left, and Kyle noted my reaction. “Sorry. They can be pigs sometimes—but believe it or not, they’re perfect gentlemen compared to some of my frat brothers.”