Co-Ed(10)

“You go girl.” Alexa whistled. “You get yours!”

“Shhhh!” Slater cupped a hand over her mouth. “Do you want them to hear? They’ll think she wants some, actual some, not ice.”

Alexa just shrugged. “Shouldn’t one of us be getting sex?”

“Huh, woman has a point, but they don’t do sex, so… I guess nothing to worry about.”

I frowned then turned back around and shut the door behind me. “What do they really do then? The moans we heard Friday meant sex, or what? Do they just control the energy field around a woman’s body?”

Slater rolled his eyes. “All pleasure, no penetration. It’s their slogan.”

I gasped. “What douchebags!”

Alexa burst out laughing. “Ah, I feel better already… Who uses that as a slogan?”

“They do.” Slater broke eye contact then scratched his head. “So where are we on the ice situation?”

I wasn’t sure.

About anything.

Ice.

Life.

The universe’s obvious hatred of me for putting three guys across the living room who decided it would be fun to toy with my emotions and touch me and…





Chapter Six


Knox

“She’s back,” Leo whispered.

I pretended not to hear him.

Finn threw a pencil at my face.

I dodged it and added in another client for the following night — one of the normal ones who’d recently been dumped by her fiancé and just wanted to talk. I rubbed her feet, Leo gave a killer hand massage, and since Finn was a talker, he sat in front of her and said things like, “I understand, tell me more. All men should burn. You’re really pretty when you cry. Aw shit, did I say too much?”

It used to feel good.

Making them feel good.

Now it just felt like I was lying through my ass every time someone paid us to make them feel better. We were untrained therapists with too much charm; it was a damn dangerous problem to have.

“Ice, ice, baby…” Finn started singing then stood. “I think I’ll go get some…”

“Some.” Leo grinned. “You know what? I’m suddenly parched as well. Knox? Care to join us?”

I grunted.

And eventually caved by way of peer pressure and a shit ton of jealousy that they were going to be able to get close enough to smell her skin. What the hell was that? Lavender? I stood, praying to God she’d at least put on a baggy sweatshirt that hid her perfectly rounded tits.

Leo was out first, followed by Finn. It was how these things worked. We always sent Leo in first because the last time we all approached a woman at the same time, we’d had to call the paramedics; it had been a panic attack, not a heart attack, but it had freaked us out enough to make sure we didn’t just intimidate the hell out of whoever we were supposed to be sucking up to.

“Shower Girl…” Leo rubbed his hands together while I leaned against the farthest wall away from them. He towered over her, every muscle in his body tight. I didn’t miss the way she looked at his biceps like they were an ice cream cone, and he was offering her unlimited licks. He wore Tshirts for that very reason, and skinny jeans to show off his tight ass. Can’t make this shit up.

I waited while she gulped and tried to sidestep him.

It was amusing watching her inward struggle.

And I felt like an ass for wanting to join in the teasing just to see how far I could push her before she screamed my name and crawled back for more. It had been a while since I’d developed any sort of interest in someone of the opposite sex who wasn’t part of my job.

I would never admit it.

But maybe they were right.

“Hold up.” Leo reached out and grazed a finger down her arm as he cornered her. “You should moisturize after showering. It’s one of the rules of living in a dry environment.”

“We live in Seattle.” She crossed her arms.

Leo grinned. “I meant the dorms, but thanks for the geography lesson. I’ve always had a very serious teacher-student fantasy, and you just brought a sliver of that to life.” He leaned down until his face was inches from hers.

Her breaths came in small gasps. Her eyes were wide.

“I wouldn’t be a gentleman if I didn’t give you a proper thank you.”

Her eyes went from horrified to insulted as she really did sidestep him, grabbed two glasses from the cupboard, and attempted to get ice out of the freezer.

“Here, let me.” Finn trapped her on the other side, grabbed both glasses from her hands, and filled them up with ice then handed them back.

It was classic Wingman style.

Good cop, bad cop.

Compliment her, come on to her then the next guy sweeps in to make her feel like he was the safer choice, the guy next door. That was Finn. I knew what was next.

Showtime.

Slowly, I approached the three of them.

“What are you guys watching?” Finn asked, crossing his arms and leaning a safe two feet away from her, commanding her attention while Leo slowly braced behind her and started running his hands down her arms as if she was shivering.

Then she really did shiver. “You guys are bad news.”

“No,” Finn scoffed, “we’re the good ones. I can promise you that.”