Page 42 of Missing Pieces (Men of Manhattan 3)

I shrugged my shoulders and turned back to Josh. "Why? Do you have some incriminating stories you could tell me?"

Josh smiled. "Absolutely." He rubbed his hands together. "Where to begin? Well, there was that time that he got in a fist fight with a professor."

I glanced at Tyler. Who the hell gets into a fist fight with their professor? Lots of my lectures were so big that I never even spoke to the teacher, let alone got close enough to him to put my fist in his face. "Well that's dumb."

Josh laughed. "Yeah, it was a pretty stupid move."

Tyler clearly had anger problems or something. Plus he was a womanizer. And he just loved what he couldn't have. That's the only reason he had wanted to sleep with me. To prove that he could have me like he couldn't prove with Penny. Well, fuck him.

"It was warranted," Tyler said.

I completely ignored him. "Did you guys hang out a lot in college?"

"All the time. We were in the same frat."

In my mind, that literally explained everything. Of course Tyler had been in a fraternity. Most assholes were in fraternities. "I bet you guys threw amazing parties." I decided that I needed to completely shove it in Tyler's face. Not only was I going to completely ignore him, I was also going to flirt with his friend. Because Josh seemed a hell of a lot nicer than Tyler.

"Yeah, we did. Theme nights really were the best," Josh said with a laugh. "You should have seen some of the awesome themes we had."

"Like what?" I said. "I've been to a few frat parties and everyone always looked ridiculous."

Tyler laughed. "That about sums it up."

I ignored him and kept my eyes glued on Josh. He seemed to like the attention. He took another swig of his whiskey and leaned in a little closer to me.

"Well, the best one had to be our annual ABC party."

"Did you all wear a different letter or something?"

Josh laughed. "No. You've seriously never been to an ABC party?"

I shook my head.

"It's an Anything But Clothes party."

"So...it's just a bunch of naked dudes chillin' in the frat house? Sounds fun."

"What? No," Josh said. "First of all, there were always tons of girls at our parties. And second of all, we weren't naked. You just have to dress in anything but clothes. So like, aluminum foil, body paint, newspaper...that kind of thing."

"What did you guys wear?"

"Just plastic wrap," Tyler said. "We really wanted to show off our junk."

I laughed. Damn it, don't laugh with him! "Wait, seriously? That's disgusting."

Tyler shook his head. "Of course not. If we had done that, we probably wouldn't have had any girls show up."

"But one year Tyler did wear bubble wrap," Josh said. "And a few bubbles got popped...so..." he let his voice trail off.

I laughed. "Sounds wild."

"It was seriously the best. I'm sure you would have loved our parties." He smiled at me.

It finally seemed like Josh was fully flirting back. No more restraint whatsoever. I leaned forward and put my elbow on the table, effectively blocking Tyler out of our conversation. "I'm sure I would have. Did you have a girlfriend the whole time you were in school?"

He laughed. "No. I did date one girl pretty much my whole senior year. The one that Tyler was just sleeping with."

"Doesn't that break all sorts of bro-code? It definitely breaks girl-code."

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