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way too arrogant and stuck up. I softened my tone. "Taking care of you is more important than pledging this house. I don't think killing their houseboy is going to win me any bids, either."
    He smiled, let go of my wrist, and pulled the paper towel away to see if he was still bleeding. "Stay, please. I'll be okay. I would never forgive myself if I was the reason you didn't get in here."
    Something about his teasing tone stopped me and made my heart race. Was he flirting with me? I let out a sigh. "I can't believe this. I've made it past guys carrying adorable Pomsky puppies without breaking my vow of silence toward men, and I blow it in the ladies' room?"
    "The Tau Psis are still using the old puppy trick, are they?"
    I gave him a hand and helped him to his feet. He didn't let go of mine immediately. We lingered too long holding hands. His was warm and strong. I longed to feel it cupping my head and pulling me into a kiss. But to hang on any longer was almost indecent. "You mean they've used it before?" I slid my hand free from his.
    "Every year." He studied me for a minute before turning to squint in the mirror as he examined his head.
    "You're a mess!" Over his shoulder, I studied his reflection in the mirror. "Give me your shirt."  
    "Wow. Subtle come-on." He grinned.
    I rolled my eyes. "Take it off and let me rinse it out for you before that blood sets. Stripper moves are optional."
    "Anything to get me out of my shirt. I like bold girls." He winked at me. "We houseboys are more than beefcake, you know."
    I blushed. "Just trying to help." I held out my hand for it.
    He stripped it off over his head, twirled it with a flourish and a sparkle in his yes, and tossed it to me like I was a groupie.  
    I kind of was. I almost went weak in the knees. The chest beneath that shirt was toned and ripped. I caught the shirt and turned to wash it out. It was filled with his body heat and smelled like him, of cologne and sweat.  
    I turned the water on and tried not to look at his bare chest as I ran the stained part of the shirt beneath cold water and wrung it out.
    He held my gaze as I handed it back to him. Our hands brushed again. I had a crazy urge to grab his and not let go.
    "You should get out of here before someone catches us." He took the partially wet shirt from me.
    "And you should walk past the PNMs without your shirt on. You're as completely adorable as those puppies." It wasn't like me to be so bold.
    He laughed.
    I hated to leave, but I couldn't linger much longer without being missed by the all-seeing, all-watching Morgan. "You're right. I have to go."
    "Oh, shit, PNM!" He grinned wickedly. "I'd almost forgotten why you came in here. Of course you do. Feel free to use the stall. I'll go back to work."  
    As if there was any way I'd be able to pee with the thought of him hearing me. I laughed and shook my head. "Not that way. I dodged in here to escape the hard sell and get a second of peace and quiet."
    "Sorry I ruined it."
    "No. You didn't." I smiled like a flirt. "See you around." I turned to leave. At the door, I hesitated and looked over my shoulder at him. "Zach?"
    He looked surprised and flattered that I remembered his name.
    "Are the girls in this house really as shallow and backbiting as their reputation?"
    He looked even more surprised by my question. He shrugged. "They're like any house, a mixture. Some of them are all right."
    Not exactly a ringing endorsement. Not a condemnation, either. You could tell a lot about people by the way they treated their help. That's what my grandma always said. Zach had just rendered the Delta Delta Psi as totally neutral.
    I nodded and turned to leave.
    He stopped me. "Make sure the coast is clear before you slip out, PNM."
    I laughed. "Sure thing. Put a Men at Work sign up, okay? Unless you're trying to get a rep as a perv."
    I caught up with Em and the rest of the PNMs in the dining room as they were eating cookies and drinking iced blended mochas.
    "They went all out on