Co-Ed(14)

He could get his own women.

But the way Leo had said it made me wonder if there was more to the story. I just… Ugh! I shouldn’t even focus on it; not when I was trying to get an A with a professor who took great joy in giving D’s.

I groaned.

These guys were going to be the death of me.

“Huh…” Finn mused. “Not the normal response I get. I mean, there are noises — don’t get me wrong — but I don’t think they’re ever from irritation, unless I just didn’t hit the right spot. But to be fair, I like it when girls own their own bodies, you know?”

I was probably gaping at him like a fish. Seriously, what did I ever do to gain their attention other than being the only girl in the suite?

“Studying,” I said in a clipped tone. “Don’t you have someone else to massage and gain noises from?”

He put a hand over his heart. “I find your concern for my social life both comforting and alarming. Do you want to know who’s on the schedule for tonight?”

I shifted in my seat a bit, feeling suddenly hot and cold all at once. Maybe because I wasn’t sure how to decipher the attention I was gaining from them, but my body? My body was well on board with whatever they had in mind.

Maybe because I knew that it meant Knox would be a part of whoever the hell was paying them for attention and affection.

“You should come.” He leaned in so I was forced to make eye contact. His gaze locked on to mine with an intensity that was almost uncomfortable.

I didn’t look away. “Wouldn’t that make things weird? Two chicks and three guys? There’s going to be a third wheel…”

“Oh, tonight we have two guys.”

I literally almost choked on my tongue; in fact, it took me a good five seconds to regain my composure.

“Two,” I repeated slowly, trying to sound mature, not ready to blush.

“Yup.”

“Guys.”

“Naturally.”

“What? Because one isn’t enough?”

“Damn you’re cute. Can I keep you if Knox doesn’t have the balls?” He winked. “Seriously come,” he pleaded.

“Bet you say that to all the girls,” I mumbled.

He burst out laughing. “Careful, your inner wildcat is showing… and according to Leo—”

I slammed my book shut. “Why?”

“I’m confused. What was the question?”

“Why me?” I said slowly. “Is it because I’m an easy target? A transfer who knows nothing about the three of you and your past? Or is it convenience? Slater seems to think you guys like a challenge, but I don’t get it. There are loads of beautiful girls on campus. Just pick one and leave me alone.”

Please. Because it is getting harder and harder not to fall for all of their little quirks and easy comebacks.

They were beautiful, yes, but not hard to be around; almost like the friends I never knew I’d always wanted, but was now stuck with for the rest of my hellish existence.

“You’re like the Bella to our Edward.” He smirked.

“I call bullshit,” I said in a sweet voice, as I got ready to smack him over the head with the heaviest textbook in my bag. “But nice try.”

He laughed, and I couldn’t help but join in. Finn’s laugh was positively addicting. It lit up the room, and even though it still felt like they were forcing me into a game without telling me all the rules, I genuinely liked his company. Except when I wasn’t daydreaming about strangling one, or all, of them.

“Tonight, eight. Be there.” He rapped his knuckles on the table and pointed at my book. “Also, just some good advice. Knox aced that class last semester. It’s pretty advanced. Leo said you looked stressed. May as well ask the genius out of the three of us for help.”

“Are you calling yourself stupid?”

He just grinned. “Honey, I’m heir to a multimillion-dollar fortune and started my own company when I was twelve.”

“Twelve?”

“I was one of the original YouTube toy players, made bank on those videos — even picked my nose in one when I didn’t know Mom was filming.” He winked. “Don’t be late, Shower Girl. I’d hate for you to miss out on the festivities.”

“Is that what the kids are calling it these days?”

He didn’t answer. Just bent down and brushed a kiss across my cheek as if it was the most normal thing in the world, then whispered in my ear, “Your skin drives him mad, you know.”

“Who?” I asked breathlessly.

“Knox.” He pulled back until I was lost in his gaze again. “You’re chocolate milk, and baby girl, he’s been thirsting for a long time.”

With that, he left, and once again, my mouth was unattractively hanging open, all the things I’d just read completely forgotten.





Chapter Nine


Knox

“What the hell do you mean you invited her?” I put on my typical uniform — tight ripped jeans, a white T-shirt that left nothing to the imagination — and pulled my hair back into a man bun that made me want to die a little bit each time I did it.

I liked short hair.

But, per Wingman, Inc. rules, I needed to be the rockstar of the three, the grumpy un-obtainable one who made the clients come back wanting, thinking just one more visit would win the biggest treasure among the three of us.