Hooking an arm around her slender waist, he said, “I only played the last half. Malik did all the work.” He freed a stammering chuckle and peeked at me.
I stared at them, and then faced Tiffany, who gave me a shy smile as she stepped toward me. “It’s nice to meet you, Tiffany.” I stretched my hand out to her.
“Oh, how about a quick hug?” With a giggle, she fell against my side, the scent of alcohol wafting off her.
“Oh, yeah, sure.” I side-hugged her and then grabbed her hand. How much had they drunk at the game? “Do you know the people here?”
“Sure. I’m an Alpha Kappa and this is an Alpha Phi party.” She pulled me along up the driveway.
“Oh.” I knew nothing about the Greek shit. Being serious about football meant my fraternity was the football team. I strode behind her, peeking back at Grey and Ella. She was a pretty girl. I had to give her that. But she didn’t know what Grey looked like when he fell apart in bed. She’d never know. I’d make sure of that.
We’d filedinto the house and made our way into an expanse of a kitchen, so large our kitchen and main room could fit inside it, all with top of the line, built-in appliances and custom cabinetry, all in the same Tuscan aesthetic as the house.
“Do you think they’ll have anything decent to drink or just beer?” Ella hung on Grey’s shoulder.
“It’s a frat party. I’m sure there’s some punch around here.” As he turned in front of a keg sitting at the end of the kitchen island, a man yelled, “Look, it’s Malik Thompson and Grey Moore from the football team!”
Who the hell said that? My gaze widened as I scanned the room. Of course, there’d be football fans here.
A few guys strode to us, all with beers in hand, and the biggest one said, “You were awesome tonight. That sixty-seven-yard touchdown was sick.” He held his hand up, and I slapped it.
“Thanks, man.” I peeked at Tiffany, pouting and arching a brow toward Ella.
“And you too, Moore. I saw you replace Thompson after his injury. You held your own out there.” A second guy said while stepping toward him.
“I did my best, but Malik is the star.” As Grey’s cheeks bloomed pink, he peeked at Ella, gazing at him with stars in her eyes.
Oh, fuck, here we go. “Hey, what else do you have to drink besides beer?” I lifted my chin. If I could get the girls drunk, we could drop them off at home and escape.
“Sure, we have tequila, vodka, whiskey, you name it.” The taller guy said.
“Oh, do you have cranberry?” Tiffany inched closer to my side.
“We do. Right over there.” He pointed to a corner in the kitchen where bottles of liquor and mixers rested with Solo cups.
“Vodka cranberry then? For both of you?” I had to keep myself busy, so I couldn’t watch Ella fawning all over Grey.
“Yes, please,” Ella said while primping Grey’s bangs. “You have such amazing hair.”
He pursed his lips. “Uh, thanks.”
“You’ve got it.” I left Tiffany’s side and made the drinks. Should I make doubles for the girls? Maybe. Grey had to drive, so I made his drink weak.
EIGHTEEN
GREY (GREYSON)
This was insufferable, listening to Ella brag about meeting famous people at New York clubs and then going on and on about her vacations. How did she have time for school? I’d traveled too, but with football, my vacations hadn’t lasted long. I shifted further into the corner of a modern leather couch we’d settled into, while partygoers stood in packs, laughing or dancing around us.
“And guess who was at the Marquee?” With her eyes twinkling, she sipped her drink and inched closer to my side.
“I don’t know, who?” I glanced at Malik and winced. Tiffany was talking his ear off on the matching sofa across from us. Was he as bored as I was? As her hand threaded through his, heat flickered through my chest. She had no business holding his hand.
“Post Malone.” She ticked her head. “He was really nice. And funny.” She giggled. “Have you ever met anyone famous like that?”
“I don’t know, a few models maybe? I don’t keep up with celebrities, so if I had, I probably wouldn’t even have known it.” Sipping my drink, I eyed it. Had Malik added vodka to it at all?
“Models.” She wrinkled her nose. “Have you ever dated a model?”