Page 25 of No Saint
Cassie dropped the empty hamper onto the floor. “Wonder how many death threats Monroe has sent Wolf by now?”
“At least five…” I had called Monroe on our way to this hellhole, explaining the shitshow we were in. At first, she lectured me on how stupid it was to steal those drugs. Then she’d turned her fury on Wolf. The last thing she’d said before I’d hung up was that she was going to castrate him.
Cassie plucked another bright-red thong from the Wal-E-Mart bag. “Just for good measure.” She dropped it in with the rest of the clothes, then slammed the metal top down with a bang. “Treat me like a damn maid…”
At least the thought of Rogue’s face when he realized half of his clothes looked like Barbie’s wardrobe cheered me up.
An hour later, I sat on the dryer, watching Cassie proudly fold one of Rogue’s now baby-pink shirts.
Her phone rattled across the top of the dryer. I handed it to her, seeing the message ribbon from Rogue:
You’re sleeping in my bed tonight.
“You’ve been summoned…”
She stared down at the screen like it had personally offended her. “Fuck him. I amnotsleeping with him.”
I took one of the clean, flamingo pink shirts and folded it on my lap. “I mean, let’s be honest, you’d usually be falling back into his bed right about now, anyway.”
“Whose side are you on?”
“I’m here with you, aren’t I?”
“Yeah.” She put a hand on her hip. “Calling me a whore.”
“My apologies. I’m sure this time is different from the other fifty.” I tossed the folded shirt into the hamper. “What with him blackmailing you…”
“Exactly.” She didn’t look convinced, though.
If Monroe were here, I’d put ten bucks on Cassie screwing that asshole within twenty-four hours.
Her phone buzzed three more times.
“You know what, if he wants me in his bed, I’ll be in his bed.” A slow smile pulled at her lips before she shoved the device into her back pocket. “I’m going to give him hell.”
“You know giving him hell is not giving him head, right?”
One of her blond brows arched. “It is if there are teeth involved.”
“No, it isn’t. You said he likes that shit.” And my scarred mind would never recover.
“Nope. He’s not getting so much as a kiss goodnight from me.” She crisscrossed her chest. “Cross my heart.”
If I were her, I wouldn’t be messing with bad juju where her weak cooch was concerned.
“Uh-huh.”
“Night, Jade,” she said, grinning as she pranced out of the room.
Cassie was weak where Rogue was concerned, but if there was one thing that took priority over getting laid, it was getting revenge. I almost felt sorry for Rogue.Almost.
I hopped off the dryer and cut the lights. None of the guys had discussed my sleeping arrangements with me, but if they thought I was sleeping on their ratty, body fluid-covered sofa, they were sorely wrong. Knowing Rogue, there would be half-naked pictures of me circulating campus before I’d even woken up. Or I’d get a Sharpie mustache, shaved eyebrows…the immature possibilities were endless.
I opened the hall closet in the vain hope of finding a spare blanket. The second I opened it, a cardboard box tumbled out, an army of rubber penguins spilling around my feet.
Either the dog was really destructive, or he really, really liked his penguin toys. I righted the box, tossed the penguins back inside, and crammed it back onto the top shelf beside a blanket. The one Wolf’s dad used to keep on the back of their sofa. I’d spent many nights wrapped up with Wolf in that blanket, fooling around beneath it. That was then, though. And this—I glanced around the frat house, reminding myself that that version of Wolf no longer existed—was now.
I took the blanket and quietly snuck through the front door to my car, where I changed into sleep shorts and a tank top.
