After her laughter finally subsides, she holds up a hand. “I know, I know. You’re absolutely right. Totally insulting. Not just for you. All womankind should be highly aggrieved by what happened.”
My eyes narrow. “But you’re still laughing,” I point out. “And you don’t look the least bit aggrieved by what happened to me.”
She finally schools her features so that she looks mildly distressed. Although it should be noted that Lexie took a drama class in high school, so I’m kind of thinking she might be drawing from those skill sets instead of actual aggravation at how I was mistreated by her boyfriend’s friend. “No, you’re right. He shouldn’t have done that. But-”
Oh my god… Is she actually going to defend him?
“Don’t you dare defend him,” I cut in sharply. “Asking me to take him back to my place and have sex is indefensible.” My cheeks actually heat with embarrassment when I think about him telling me that I would do.
I would do!
He doesn’t even want to know what I would do to him! He’d be lucky to limp away with his balls still intact.
Yep…. Still seething over here.
She shrugs her shapely shoulders. “I’m not trying to make excuses for him, I’m really not. If you had been around last year, you would understand. Girls literally follow him everywhere he goes. It’s like he’s a rock star or something. It’s totally ridiculous.”
Grabbing a tissue from the nightstand next to my bed, I pretend to dab at a few tears. “Oh, poor Roan… so much attention. How does he stand it?” Then I roll my eyes. I’m sure he loves being Barnett’s golden boy. Having all those girls panting after him like bitches in heat...
She laughs. “I’m sure he was expecting you to be thrilled with the offer.”
“Well, I wasn’t,” I grumble. What girl would seriously want to be spoken to like that? He couldn’t have cared less what my name was either. He made some half-assed attempt to find out before practically admitting it didn’t matter.
My mind tumbles back to the groups of girls who were standing around with him as well as the ones in class. They were all drooling. Even the freaking professor looked a little star struck by his presence.
And the fact that there’s a website dedicated solely to him and what he’s up to is completely asinine. I’m sure it just helps feed his immense ego.
“I would hazard a guess to say that you made your thoughts on the subject perfectly clear by the fact you were moments away from slicing off his balls and ramming them down his throat. I’m sure he won’t bother you anymore.”
For the first time since she knocked on my door, I feel my lips lift. “If he enjoys his balls being attached to his body, he’ll steer clear of me.”
“Okay. Good. I’m glad that’s settled. Roan King is no longer an issue. So now you can come out with us tonight and we can celebrate my best friend finally getting her ass back home where she belongs.” Knowing exactly how to get what she wants from me, Lexie gives me a pleading look. “It’ll be so much fun. The party we’re hitting is going to be a mob scene. You won’t even see Roan there. You’ll do your thing and he’ll do his. Trust me.”
Chapter Five
For anyone who’s interested (which is pretty much anyone with a labia), a Roan King sighting has just been confirmed at the massive house party on Hudson Street. Get your asses over there, people. KingOfCampus.com.
Trust me…
I should have known better.
I mean, of course I should have known better. This day started out as a massive clusterfuck and apparently it’s going to end as one.
Right now I’m squashed in the backseat of Dylan’s truck, tucked tightly between Roan and Sam. And they’re both big muscly guys. I’d have to guess they each weigh well over two hundred and thirty pounds. Although, oddly enough, I’m barely touching Sam, even though I keep trying to scoot my way towards him on the bench seat.
I think I scared him when I came in earlier tonight. He probably thinks I’m totally psycho and is just trying to get through this ride without making eye contact. Roan, on the other hand, is all but plastered against my side. Just when I think it can’t get any worse, he casually slings an arm across the back of the seat so it’s stretched out behind me.
And yeah, just in case you’re wondering, he smells damn near edible.
I grit my teeth together trying my damnedest to ignore him. But it’s impossible. I’m hyperaware of his powerful body shifting next to mine.