Page 18 of Unforgettable
I took a gulp from my glass as I lowered my feet. “Are you talking about my feet or my dick?” Because I was thinking the latter when it came to Haven. Man, it would be so much fun to get my rocks off and piss off her old man at the same time.
“Ryker.” Franklin warned. “Leave Haven alone.” The dude was in my head. He should be. He knew me well.
I pouted as something occurred to me. “Why are you bringing up Haven, by the way?”
He loosened his tie. “Her father sent me the pic of her on your lap, and I did see her when she walked out of your place last night. Look, you don’t need the media attention. And it’s an election year, so the media might be in her face. Besides, you’ve got a ton of shit on your plate. Don’t add more.”
That last line meant “Don’t give me more work to do.”
“Haven could be a nice plaything,” I mused.
Franklin rounded his desk. “Forget her.”
Easier said than done.
6
Haven
The Delta Sigma Pi sorority house was swarming with girls of all shapes and sizes. Their voices ranged from squeaky to low baritones on a few as well as other pitches in between. Perfumes mixed together, creating an aroma that made my eyes water. I didn’t use a fragrance other than body wash, shampoo, and my unscented sensitive-skin deodorant.
I weaved through the crowd, following Vicki as she headed to the front of the room where the podium was set up. One thing I’d learned quickly at school assemblies was never to sit in the front. It called attention to me, and I tried to stay out of the spotlight.
I tugged on Vicki’s thin blouse. “I don’t like the front.”
She frowned over her shoulder. “But we get the best view of the football team.”
“Are you forgetting that I don’t need the attention?” I’d told her about the conversation I’d had with my father. I didn’t need to stand out in the crowd.AndI want nothing to do with Ryker James.I kept silently repeating that.
The minute I’d walked out of my father’s house was the minute I knew those words would eat me alive, especially since I couldn’t get the hot football god out of my darn head. Or rather I couldn’t get his penis out of my head. It was thick, large, and I would bet definitely in charge when he was in the bedroom. A lusty chill made me quiver. My darn body was going to give me away the minute I laid eyes on him.
Maybe part of me was strongly attracted to him now that my dear old dad didn’t want me anywhere near Ryker James. Rebelling was in my blood. But I had to be levelheaded. I didn’t want to move home or, worse, have my father send me away to some out-of-state university. When he and I had discussed colleges, he’d suggested any except those in the state of Texas.
“It’s best if you attend a small private college where you can get more attention from the teachers. The larger ones can’t give you that.” What he’d really been saying was that either he didn’t want me around or his wife didn’t want me around, or close to home for that matter.
But I had won in the end. I’d convinced him that having me closer to him was one way to make sure I didn’t bring media attention to the family.
Stupid me.
But Texas was my home. The weather was great, and I didn’t want to live anywhere that had eight feet of snow like I’d endured at boarding school in Michigan. More importantly, Lakemont University had one of the best teacher programs around.
Despite that, my curiosity was piqued. I had to know what my father wasn’t telling me about Ryker. Sure, the guy was popular for his performance on the field and, no doubt, in the bedroom if what the women on campus said was true. But I got the feeling something else bothered my father about Ryker. The only thing I could think of was the election. But that didn’t make sense. How could Ryker affect my father’s election?
Just ask Ryker.
I doubted the hunky jerk would tell me. All he cared about was screwing women and drinking.
Vicki snapped her fingers. “Did you hear me?”
I blinked. “Sorry.”
“You look like your wheels are turning.” She tapped my head. “Reminiscing about a guy with a big dick?”
I busted out laughing. “You’re not helping.”
“Screw what your father says. Find out if the rumors about Ryker in bed are true. Seriously, it’s not like you two in a bedroom with the doors closed is going to be captured on a cell phone video.”
“Pfft. You would be surprised at how creative reporters or even nosy people can get when they want a story or a bribe.” I wouldn’t put it past my father do to something as screwed up as take pictures of Ryker and me in bed. The thought of us tangoing between the sheets sent another lusty chill through me.
