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“Uh…”Shit!I’d been so busy with the party planning that I hadn’t gotten a chance to ask Slavanka if there were any footnotes about keeping the rules a secret. “Yup. It’s a sorority thing.”
“You didn’t tell me you were rushing. That’s awesome! Which sorority are you going for?”
My knowledge of Greek life on campus was limited to the frat parties I’d attended. The beta boys had thrown an epic party at the dean’s house. And I always walked by the Alpha Omicron house on the way to class so I could watch them working out. But sororities? I knew nothing about those. Ash and Slavanka were my sorority. Because they were the only ones who I’d shared the Single Girl Rules with.Wait a second!Single Girl Rules. SGR… “Sigma Gamma Rho.”
Chad choked on his water. “Excuse me?”
“Sigma Gamma Rho.”
“You’re rushing a historically black sorority?”
Damn it!What were the odds that Sigma Gamma Rho was a real thing?! Oh well. It was too late to back down now. And I had the perfect way out. “Historically black, huh? I don’t think that’s accurate.”
Chad typed something into his phone. And then he turned it for me to see as he scrolled through all the google images of Sigma Gamma Rho. There was not a single white girl to be found.
“Huh. I guess they are all black.” I shrugged. “Honestly, I’d never noticed.” I stared at him. “Oh my God, babe, are you a racist?”
“What? No.” He straightened his polo shirt and looked around to make sure no one had heard my accusation. “I think it’s awesome that you’re rushing them. I was just surprised, that’s all.”
I took one more bite of pizza and then stood up. “Time for me to go meet up with the girls.”
He grabbed my wrist. “Hold on. Can’t I come? I promise I’ll be good.”
“That depends. Will you dress up in a police officer uniform and shake your cute little butt for all of us?”
“You want me to strip for all your friends?”
I nodded. “Will you do it or not?”
“I totally would, but could you imagine if a video of that leaked? My presidential bid would be finished before it even began. And anyway…I don’t think your roommate could handle all this.” Hegrabbed my hand and pushed it against his abs as he busted a move.
I wasn’t sure if he was being serious or not. But if hewasbeing serious…woof. His stripper moves needed some serious work. “So that’s a no to the stripping then?”
“Yeah. Not happening.”
“Then I guess you can’t come. Rule #15: No inviting guys to girls’ night…unless they’re strippers.”
Chad laughed and shook his head. “That can’t seriously be one of the rules. But I appreciate the creativity.” Then he got a serious look on his face. “Wait. You aren’t gonna have strippers at girls’ night, right?”
“I mean…this is my very first girls’ night. And Rule #10 says that all celebrations of important life events must involve strippers. You do the math.”
“Wow, these rules really focus on strippers a lot. Any other ones I should know?”
“Hmm…well, those are the only two that mention strippers explicitly. But quite a fewcouldbe talking about strippers. Like Rule #41: Any girl who doesn’t suck a cock at the bachelorette party is uninvited to the wedding. This includes the bride. No exceptions.”
“Oh, of course. Why does that even need to be a rule? Shouldn’t that just go without saying?”
I could tell he was being sarcastic. But the joke was on him. Because tonight was my practice bachelorette party, and I intended to follow that rule to a T. “There’s also Rule #8: If a man has 8 abs and 8 inches, he may not be refused. And let’s be honest…any strippers worth hiring would fit that description.”
“Oh, I like Rule #8.”
“You do?”Kinky!I had no idea Chad liked the idea of me getting dominated by some rando with a huge cock.
“I do. Because according to that rule, girls’ night is canceled and you’re spending the night with me.” He made a show of looking down at his package.
I burst out laughing. “What kind of math are they teaching you at Harvard? Because last time I checked, five inches is smaller than eight.”
“Yeah, but no one isactuallyeight inches.”
