“Looking for someone?”
Before I even catch who’s asking, I exhale an irritated sigh. “I came here with someone, so…if you want to fuck, we’ll have to wait until he gets back.”
But when I turn and see who it is, the guy is staring at me withsuchpure disgust that I falter. I almost consider taking it back. And thatneverhappens.
“Wow. Are youalwaysso full of yourself or just a bitch?” He’s got slicked-back dirty-blond hair. And one of those jawsthat looks as if he mews on gravel. Attractive, but…
Likely gay. He looks like he sucks a mean dick.
And that’s not an insult.
“I’m both, I guess,” I say with a shrug.
His light brown eyes scan the crowd over my head. “That’s fine. At least you’re insightful.”
I glance around with him. “Areyoulooking for someone?”
“God, not that clingy, ivory satin dress, that’s for sure. My eyes hurt looking at it.” He narrows his gaze at the woman I splashed champagne on earlier. “Someone did her a favor by staining it.”
A genuine grin curves my lips. “That’s what I said.”
“Right? She needs help.” He’s tall—either that, or I’m just short—but his snort of laughter hits my bare shoulder like a warm breeze over the puffy cape sleeves of my dress.“Look at that one, though. And his suit? Please.” Not-so-carefully, he points out some ridiculous outfits.
I giggle. “It’s an orgy party where consent is already given, and I bet those twostillwon’t get laid.”
He smirks. “I’m Julien. Think we have Foundations of Societal Ascendancy together.”
Points for the tailored tux. And for not hiding behind a mask.
Foundations is a massive class—mandatory for all Greek freshmen to absorb the Seventh Society’s instillments and betterments. No way I’d notice him in that sea of students.
“Oh, cool. Are you in…”
“Beta Kappa Eta.”
“Smart guy, huh?”
“Nope. Dad was a legacy, so I was roped in. Doesn’t take brains, just the right pedigree. Only…thebreedingpart of this? The appointed thing? That may be an issue.” His alabaster cheeks flush to a flaming red, and I read between the lines. Julien’s not telling me he’s gay. But he’s telling me he’s gay. And that he can’t say because… What does it matter? He’ll probably be appointed to marry a sorority sister anyway.
“Maybe you’ll get lucky.”
He takes a drink of his clear liquid, eyebrows lifted. “Hmm?”
I motion to my outfit. “You could get appointed to a bitch who’s full of herself.”
“At least she’ll know how to dress.”
A smile takes over my face without asking permission.
Oh, shit…
Did I just make a fucking friend?
“What are you drinking?” I ask.
“Water. I, uh…I don’t drink?—”
My body jolts as someone slams into me from behind, and a low voice growls, “Who thefuckare you?”