Page 42 of Sacred Vow
I shake my head, and he goes on. “You’re a nasty little devil with something to prove. You take what you want, and nothing holds you back. There’s no stopping you. Your confidence is addictive, and that wild spirit is intoxicating. You’re a hellcat through and through.”
“Is that so?”
“Mm-hmm.”
“Then let’s put that to the test, shall we?” I ask, finding Caesar’s wrists and binding them together, just as he’d done to me. “You’ve had your fun, and now it’s my turn. So be a good little boy and get to your knees. You’ve got work to do.”
11
TILLY
How many girls get to say they screwed their fuck buddy’s hot dad in an exclusive sex club and it absolutely blew their mind? Not many. Not many at all!
Just the thought of it has me laughing to myself as I cut across the college campus on Saturday afternoon. It’s been a long day, and after spending a few hours in the study hall, trying to prepare for the huge assessment I have early in the week, I’m finally heading back to my small apartment that I share with Chloe.
I have crammed as much information into my brain as I can possibly handle, and now that my head thoroughly hurts, I can’t wait to get home and unwind with a bottle of wine. On second thought, maybe I need something a little stronger.
I get halfway across campus when my phone buzzes in my pocket, and I pull it out before finding a new text from Aspen.
Aspen: Caesar Di Rozé????? Girl, he’s fine! Who would have known you were such ahussy for the silver foxes? Not gonna lie, you shocked the shit out of me with that one!
A laugh bubbles up my throat, and my thumbs immediately start moving across the screen.
Tilly: Damn. That Izaac sure has a big mouth. Do you two literally tell each other everything?
Aspen: Duh! He couldn’t even wait until he got home. He was dishing all those juicy details before he’d even made it back to his office. I bet I knew all about your sexcapades before Caesar had even touched you. Though you should ask Becs about him. She’s experienced that one first-hand, and all I can say is . . . WHOA! Congrats, girl. If this is an ongoing thing, you’ve hit the man-meat jackpot!
I start thinking of how to explain this strange relationship between me and Caesar when the sound of someone coming up behind me has me glancing back.
“Hey,” the guy says, his feet pounding against the pavement as he jogs toward me. “You’re Tilly, right?”
“Uhhhh, yeah,” I say slowly, clutching my bag just a little tighter. He doesn’t strike me as the type who’s going to mug me in broad daylight, but you never know with these frat boys. They’re unpredictable, and that makes them dangerous.
As the guy gets a little closer and comes to a stop just a few feet away, I realize that there’s something familiar about him, only I can’t quite put my finger on it. I’ve seen him somewhere, but I’mcertain I’ve never had a conversation with him. I’d remember that. I’m usually pretty good with faces.
“I’m Jordan,” he says as though I’m supposed to know who that is.
“Okaaaay.”
His brows furrow, and he almost looks offended. “I’m Zeph’s friend. He would have told you about me.”
I shake my head, knowing damn well that I would have remembered a conversation about one of Zeph’s friends. After all, I’m always on the lookout for friends of the guys I’m hooking up with, just in case one of them might be Chloe’s type.
This guy definitely isn’t, but there’s no doubting that those rare times when the stars align are always incredible. We have the best times together, and it’s even better when those times end up with both of us getting railed. Separately, of course. Chloe isn’t the super adventurous type, but I’m sure she would be for the right guy. Assuming she’s comfortable, of course.
“Apart from shamelessly mocking one another, Zeph and I don’t exactly do all that much talking.”
“Oh,” he says, a hint of irritation flashing in his eyes and sending off alarm bells inside my head and reminding me where I’d seen his face before. He was the guy sitting next to Zeph in our psychology class, the friend who seemed pissed off that Zeph wasn’t giving him his undivided attention. Perhaps the guy is hot for Zeph. Who knows? Zeph is more than a catch. Any guy or girl would be lucky to have him. “Well, he does plenty of talking, and he said you’re always down.”
My brow arches, and I stare back at the guy, watching as the irritation in his eyes begins morphing into something else entirely—something that has me inching back. “Always down?” I ask, making a mental note to have a little chat with Zeph about what type of information he shares about me. I’m more than used to guys running their mouths, but Zeph didn’t strike me asthe kiss-and-tell type. This guy certainly does, though. He seems like a lot of things I have no interest in.
“Yeah, that’s right,” Jordan says, discreetly stepping toward me and tightening the space between us as his gaze sails up and down my body, looking at me like I’m his next meal. “Zeph said you’re a little firecracker. You go off for him, so what do you say? Why don’t you come back to my place, and I’ll put you to work?”
“Excuse me?”
“Oh, come on. Don’t start acting all high and mighty. You were all too happy to fuck him before you even knew his name, so what’s the problem? You’re down for that shit, aren’t you?”
A barking laugh tears from the back of my throat, and all I can do is gape at him. “You’re kidding, right? This is a joke?” I question, crossing out my mental reminder to speak with Zeph and changing it to something a little more . . . stern.
