Chirp(96)
“What’s her name?”
“Maggie.”
Sam’s brows rose. He put his book down and plastered on a smug grin. “Maggie Fielding?”
“You know her?”
“Hell yeah. I can’t believe Sarah didn’t mention this. She lives with Maggie.” Sam reared back in the chair and folded his arms across his broad chest. “Oh man, this is too good.”
“If Sarah lives with her, then why haven’t I ever met Maggie?”
“She doesn’t have a social life. Studies or works all the time. She does come to the games when she can, but that’s about it.”
“From the way she looked, I can understand that.”
Sam grinned. “You’d better take notice, bro. Maggie’s a dancer, so under those baggy clothes, she’s hot. I’m talking smokin’ hot.”
“Maybe so, but tonight she didn’t dress to impress, if you know what I mean.” Jace cocked his head and narrowed his eyes. It was unlike him not to notice the potential in a woman. But with all the attention from the other girls, Maggie had faded into the background. “What kind of dancer?”
“That ballroom crap. She and Sarah take the same class. They’ve got a recital in a few weeks. You should go.” Sam laughed again.
“What’s so funny?” Jace asked.
“The two of you together. The stud and the virgin.”
“What the hell do you mean?”
“Hey, I got the inside scoop, and the virgin princess has never been laid,” Sam explained.
Jace leaned forward. The word virgin hadn’t been in his vocabulary for years except in a biblical sense. “What is it, a religious thing?”
“Not sure. Sarah said she’s not interested in dating.”
“Hell, is she a lesbian?”
“Naw. It has something to do with her mother. I don’t know the whole story.”
“Well, when I first got there, I fantasized about taking the band from her hair and running my fingers through it.” He moved to his desk, scooted out the chair, and sat. Sarah had probably told Maggie plenty concerning his reputation, which explained his tutor’s cold reception.
“Damn, man. Is there any woman you don’t want to have sex with?”
“Yeah. Sarah.”
“Well, thanks for that,” Sam said.
Jace stood, removed his shirt, and draped it over the back of his chair. The note from the ten-and-a-half blonde fell out of the pocket. He reached for the phone, punched in the number, and, when she answered, he said, “Hey, you want to get together tomorrow night?”
An hour later he lay wide awake, still thinking of the earlier meeting. So they’d gotten off on the wrong foot. He could fix that. No doubt he’d screw her, and although patience wasn’t his strong suit, he was up for the challenge.
Sam came back into the room after finishing a call. “Yeah, I love you too, baby. Bye.”
Jace rolled up on an elbow. This was an opportunity he couldn’t pass up. “What did Sarah say?”
“Nothing.”
“C’mon, what’d she say?”
“Oh, you mean what did Maggie tell Sarah about you?”
He hated Sam having the upper hand. “Cut it out, man.”
“Damn, this is funny. You’ve finally met a girl who doesn’t wet her panties over you, and you can’t stand it.”
“Hey, I’m stuck with her, and I’ve got an advantage. The least you can do is tell me what she said.”
“Well, she didn’t buy your flat-tire story, and she thinks you’re a friggin’ box of candy.”
“What?”
“Yeah, that’s right,” Sam said. “You’re a box of chocolates, and every girl wanted a piece. Sorry, bro, in spite of your sweetness, your days are numbered.”
He stiffened. “Whattaya mean?”
“I’m saying she’s going to meet with you a couple more times and then cut you loose. Plans on telling Dr. Adams it isn’t working.”
Veins pulsed in Jace’s neck just below his ears. A mixture of anger and determination burned in the pit of his stomach. He’d never met a female he couldn’t charm, and he wouldn’t allow Miss Plain Brain to be the first. “No, that’s not happening.”
“Why are you so upset? Oh. Wait. I get it. She’s the virgin princess.”
He didn’t appreciate Sam’s tone, and if they hadn’t been friends and roommates for the last four years, he’d take him down a notch or two. “If anybody ends this arrangement, it’ll be me. I’ve never been ditched, and I’m not going to be dumped by the likes of Maggie Fielding.”
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