Hooped #5 (The Hooped Interracial Romance Series #5) Read Online Free PDF

and persuaded to go to it by my friends. I was excited and even eager
to go—and it would just be downstairs from where I was getting ready. Devon
took a quick shower and changed, heading downstairs to the main part of the
house before I had even gotten out of class to help his frat brothers with
setting everything up. It surprised me, how much effort the Phi Kappa guys put
into their parties; in some part of my mind I had almost assumed that they
simply happened more or less spontaneously.
    Instead, the guys were broken up into different
groups: a group to go and gather the various forms of alcohol that would be
served, a group to hit the local Costco and get snacks and other things for
people to eat, a decorating crew, and the people in charge of getting the word
out across campus that the party was happening and what time it would start.
The level of organization and planning that went into a frat party surprised
me, and I almost felt bad as I admitted to Devon that I had had no idea that
they put so much work into it. Devon laughed, tousling my hair and giving me a
quick kiss. “The whole point is to make it look effortless,” he told me. “So if
you never thought that we put any work into it, we were successful.”
    I decided that while I wanted to look good—after all,
I had Devon’s looks to live up to, as his girlfriend—I didn’t need to go
overboard. It was just a party, after all. I took a shower when I got back to
the frat from my classes for the day, and went into Devon’s room, picking out a
cute dress that came down to a few inches above my knee, with a strappy top to
it. I dried my hair quickly, digging my blow dryer out of my suitcase. It was
the first time all week I had thought to use it, but I was grateful to have it.
    With my dress and hair done, I did my makeup quickly,
putting on little more than it would take to emphasize my features: a little
blush, a little eye shadow, eye liner and mascara, and a lip stain so I
wouldn’t have to worry about re-applying lipstick all night. I put on some
stockings and ankle boots and decided that that was perfect. There wasn’t any
need for a fancy hairstyle, or an outfit that would call attention to my
assets; I already had a date to the party, and I knew who I was going to bed with that night.
    I went downstairs just as the music started playing,
and wandered around the living room, smiling at the members of the frat who had
assembled there. Devon was helping someone finish putting some bunting up, but
the moment he was done with that he was at my side, his arm around my waist,
kissing me on the cheek. “If I didn’t know better, I’d think you were out to
catch you a guy tonight,” Devon murmured in my ear. I laughed.
    “I’m just trying to look good enough to be your
girlfriend,” I told him, wrapping my arms around his shoulders.
    “Like I said: if I didn’t know better.” Devon grinned
at me and kissed me on the lips, his hands wandering over my body just a little
bit.
    People started to show up, coming into the frat house
in pairs and groups, and in what seemed like only a few minutes—though I
realized later it was about an hour—the whole frat was packed with people. Some
girls I knew had come out to party , and I
found myself chatting with them a little bit, though I didn’t leave Devon’s side to do so. Drinks began to flow, and Devon
put a cup of punch in my hands, nursing a beer of his own while we wandered
around, talking to people and just having a good time.
    The experience was so different from the first party
I’d come to at the Phi Kappa house, that every so often as the night wore on, I
found myself actually surprised that I was in the same place. Where before I’d
been left behind by my friends on more than one occasion, this time I was never
once alone for the entire night; Devon didn’t act jealous or possessive, but he
never wandered from my side, either—and he kept an eye on me even when he was
talking to someone