Page 2 of Foul & Fake
“Not always.” That’s the one he chooses to answer? Ugh! “Are you sure you locked it?”
“Absolutely, yes. I checked three times before I started. I never get time alone.” And the one time I do, some giant jock with dimples ruins it. This definitely wasn’t a part of my fantasy. “So, how’d you get in?”
“I opened it. What’s your name? I was told this is Oakley’s dorm, and you’re absolutely not her. You’re not on the soccer team at all. I’d remember.”
“She’s my roommate, and her name is Sam. Who I am isn’t really any of your business, but I need you to get rid of that video.”
“I don’t think I want to,” he admits, finally letting me snatch my vibe so I feel a tiny semblance of power. “I think you should tell me your name.”
The fact that he still looks completely relaxed makes me want to smack him. “My name is Riley Dattner. Your turn.”
“Elias Reyes. It’s veryverynice to meet you, Riley. Are you sure you don’t want help?”
He’s staring into my eyes as he takes an unwelcome step forward, and I’m so fucking horny I almost say yes.
He looks like he knows what he’s doing.
“Absolutely not. Now delete the video and get out of my dorm room.”
“That’s fair. How about we go on a date then?”
He flashes me a wide playful smile like he knows there’s no world in which I agree — or maybe he’s smiling because he thinks I’m not strong enough to deny him — but either way, it makes me reach up and flick him right in the nose.
“No. I will not go on a date with you, Elias Reyes. Don’t you have some little sports groupie waiting for you?”
Chuckling, he taps mine right back. “So angry. Blue balls make me mean too, so I get it.” Elias steps around me to go sit on my bed. “Has Oak—Samtold you about the tradition between the guys’ and girls’ soccer teams?”
“The Neanderthal tradition of hazing each other?” I ask, putting my vibrator away and trying to physically pull him off my bed by his stupid muscular legs. God, he’s warmer than I expected. Also heavier. “Ugh, move.”
It only makes him laugh harder. “Yeah, that one. I was given my target today and it was her, so… that’s why I’m here. Your dorm is about to be a war zone, cupcake. We’re talking full on modern warfare.”
Fuck. I’m swamped with homework right now, I can’t deal with some meathead constantly coming in here dumping ice cream on our pillowcases or whatever it is they do. “I don’t consent to that. What were you going to do to her today that needed filmed?”
“I was just going to sneak in and scare her and tell her it’s on. I also had this.”
He pulls out one of those stringy party poppers that make a huge mess for absolutely no reason, and I’m so desperate for him not to pop it that I actually consider flashing him again to distract him.
“Can’t you haze her elsewhere? Like anywhere else?”
He flips it around his fingers like he’s contemplating his response. “Um… no. I can’t, sorry. Only way around theRed Card Ritesis being in a relationship, so unless you agree to that date, I’m afraid you’re fucked, blue eyes. Well… not fucked in the way you crave, but fucked nonetheless.”
“Don’t worry, I’ll have that taken care of as soon as you leave. He’s only a phone call away,” I mumble. “You’re telling me if I agree to go on a date with you, you’ll leave my room alone?”
“He?Who’s he?”
This friggin guy. “His name is Dennis.”
“Dennis?” he deadpans. “How would he feel about me being in your bed?”
“He probably wouldn’t care, we’re not dating.” I’m not hiding my irritation very well, and I won’t apologize. “We have fun. A lot of it. All over that bed you’re laying on.”
His cocky smile is gone as he looks it over and gets to his feet. “Whatever. Date me and the team will get off my back about the damn hazing, and no one but me will ever have to see that video.”
I’m about to say no, but I can’t risk him getting pissed off and blasting that video everywhere. “One date, and I get to watch you delete that video.”
Elias contemplates that for a second and then holds out his hand. “Let me put my number in your phone.”
Hesitating, I hand it over. “You know it’s not a real date, right? Tell me you know that. At this point, I wouldn’t date you if you were the only guy on campus.”
