Page 45 of The Deceptions
“As if. I got my fill today.” He winks before dodging another hit to his shoulder and laughs. “But you know it’s not me who looks at the footage. That’s all on IT, and they’re hornballs who would give their left nut to get a glimpse of…” He looks me up and down, pursing his lips.
“Duly noted. I won’t take my glasses into the bathroom with me.” I shiver in disgust at the thought of our IT department getting a glimpse of my goods. Fuckers.
Two twin-sized beds occupy the space, located on opposite sides of each other against the walls. They are accompanied by two desks, chairs, and two sets of dressers—one for me and one for my roommate. One small storage closet rests behind me for everything else.
Male fucking roommate. Ugh. I want to whine about it. I've already lived with Jordy before. And it's a goddamn nightmare. Case in point, touching my damn vibrators. Am I thankful they're in my possession? Yes. But when the hell am I going tobe able to use them? In the damn closet? The bathroom that I share?
I need to invest in silent vibrators, because at this rate, I won’t get another orgasm unless I dress as Olivia and march myself back to that bar in hopes of finding Mal.
Wait. No. God, brain, why? We don’t want that psycho! He put a tracker on you and wanted to live in your closet. God only knows what he really wanted to do. Take my skin? Probably. But damn, getting down and dirty with him was so needed.
Internally, I shake my head. No way in hell will I ever let that happen again.
Maybe.
Okay, fine. If he and I met in a bar again, I’d let him fuck me in the bathroom and then buy me nachos or something. Fuck. I really need to stop chasing dangerous men. It’s a part of my DNA or something. Case in point–my ex-boyfriends.
My gaze slips across the hall, where voices ring out, talking lowly to one another. Two more men move around the other dorm room in our suite, across the hall from us. We are only separated by a small living space with a couch, TV, and a small kitchenette. It’s almost like apartment living, but not quite. And my worst nightmare: There’s only one bathroom between the four of us, located off the living space.
One bathroom. This is a goddamn tragedy. How will I hide myself if I have to share?
I'm going to kill Jonathan, after all.
I shake my head. “This is where I die,” I grumble sarcastically to Jordy, who continues to gape at my newest living situation. I thought living with him and his bad habits and horrible aim was bad. Seriously, how hard is it for a sharp-shooter to aim his dick into the large porcelain bowl? Now, I have three strangers to contend with. Three strangers with dicks.
Yay for me.
“That’s impossible,” chimes in a male voice filled with joy as he skips into the room. His dark eyes take us in as his fingers twirl the small hoop lip ring pulling at the edge of his lip, and he physically lights up at the sight of us.
The grin that stretches across his face gives me a sense of reassurance. If there’s one thing I know how to do, it’s read people. There’s always a tell in their expressions or hidden in their eyes. Some people know how to mask it well, but others not so much.
This guy? He seems harmless. For now, at least.
Everyone’s a suspect in my eyes.
“What’s impossible?” I ask before I think in my own voice, earning a head tilt from him. Fuck. I have to get used to speaking in a lower octave than my normal voice. Easier said than done.
Thankfully, he doesn’t react to my slip-up, but Jordy elbows me, hard.Way to stay inconspicuous, douchecanoe.
“Didn’t you read the living arrangements rules?” my new roommate says, holding out his hand. “I’m Simon. Si. Whatever you want to call me. I live in that room.” He gestures to the identical room across from ours on the other side of the shared living room space.
“I’m Oliv—err—Oliver,” I quickly correct myself and clear my throat, making sure my voice deepens this time. I take his hand firmly, shaking like Jordy reminded me to do before we got out of the SUV.
Jordy frowns. “Jordy,” he says slowly, shaking Simon’s hand. “I’m just the cousin. What’s with the living rules?” He cocks his head like he doesn’t know either.
Simon grimaces. “We have to live on campus this year. Either in the dorms, or we can rush the frats. But no off-campus living is allowed.” He raises his brows. “Word on the street is because Greenwood is getting dangerous. It wasn't like this last year. I lived in an off-campus apartment last year. Now, pfft. We’re allcrammed into these dorms together.” He rolls his eyes toward the ceiling.
“That’s new,” Jordy murmurs, so low only I can hear him.
I swallow hard, catching his gaze as Simon continues to talk about the rules. If Jordy didn’t know the new rules about our dangerous campus, then did Jonathan have any idea, either?
If what Jonathan said was true, then Franco and his gang have had their fingers dipped into academia. AKA this college. So, what makes it more dangerous this year?
“Interesting,” Jordy says a little louder this time, rubbing his chin. “How are the frats? I’d love to visit my dear old cousin here and have some fun. Meet some ladies and gents. I'm not picky.” Jordy grins mischievously, wiggling his brows.
Great. Jordy plans to make the drive and visit. He'll no doubt crash here at some point and probably try to christen my bed with his disgusting dick.
Ugh.
