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to contemplate my offer for a minute. Then he nods.
    “Yeah, you do that. And maybe don’t mention to Red that you plan to “nail” her. She seems pretty lethal. Probably mess you up pretty good if she heard you say that.”
    I chuckle lightly. “Don’t worry about my game, O’Brien. I got this.”
    Or I’m going to have it anyway—tonight if I play my cards right, which I always do.
     

     
    Thanks to the modern miracle that is social media, I’m able to find SoCal student Corin Connelly from Brooklyn, New York online. I send her a friend request and then a message mentioning a few clubs Landen and I are considering hitting up later.
    Just when I think I’m screwed and may have to tell O’Brien it’s a no go, a message window pops up on my phone and she tells me they may or may not be going to Shortie’s. Which means they are.
    After an hour of convincing Landen to get his shit together and come the fuck on already, we head to Shortie’s. It’s a trendy off-campus spot in walking distance. The moment we walk through the doors we’re assaulted by the smells of alcohol and sweat. And sex. Yes, please. Maybe I’ll learn to love college after all.
    Landen is tense—rigid as a corpse with a laser beam stare directed at the center of the room.
    “It’s not the senior prom, man. Relax.”
    But my words don’t help.
    We take a seat at a high-rise table beside the dance floor and I flag down a waitress. She doesn’t ask for ID when I order us two beers and I pray that’s a good sign for how this night will go.
    The moment Blondie sees Landen watching her like a hawk, she goes all deer in head lights and spins away from Red before disappearing into the crowd.
    Landen mumbles something about being right back and dips out on me as soon as the waitress drops off our beers. More for me, I suppose.
    I keep an eye out on my roommate in case he rockets off into another rage-filled fit, but so far he’s just talking with his blonde blast from the past at the bar. Close talking. Her body language says she’s into it, so I return my attention to my drink. “Here we go again,” I mutter under my breath. If the scene taking place at the bar is any indication, I’m in for another night of angst-filled insanity when all I want to do is drink, dance, and get laid. I never intended to be the sidekick to the craziest motherfucker on campus and yet, apparently that has become my lot in life. Clearly the universe is punishing me for getting more than my share of ass in high school. Greed is a sin, after all. So is lust. And gluttony and…whatever. I’m probably going to Hell regardless. My dad’s half Jewish and my mom’s Catholic. Not sure what that makes me but we only attended any kind of services on rare holidays so I’m probably screwed already.
    “You saving this one for someone special?”
    The voice is feminine and familiar. It warms my blood and turns me on all at once.
    Red. Her crimson nails trail the neck of the Bud Light bottle before she lifts it to her similarly stained lips. My cock twitches hard in her direction.
    “I was, but I guess he got a better offer.” I nod toward the bar where our roommates are practically taking body shots off one another. “So glad the kids are playing nice this evening.”
    “And what about you, Skylar? Do you play nice?”
    Her silvery cobalt blue dress reminds me of smoke blown into the dark and hugs her curves in all the right places. I want to lick every inch of her. Twice.
    I stand to join her on the dance floor, grabbing my beer as I go. “No, sweetheart. I don’t.”
    The tiniest hint of a smile lifts one corner of her mouth. “Then how do you play?”
    I lead her onto the floor, pulling her backside close to my front so I can whisper my answer in her ear loud enough to be heard over the music.
    “Dirty, Red. I play dirty.”

S kylar’s voice lingers in my ear, the damp heat sending shivers down my spine. His hands stay in the appropriate zones while we