I should have been studying for the LSAT. Should have left Atlanta and gone home for break like I normally did. But since it was our last semester in the house, all the seniors in my frat decided to stay for the winter break. One party led into another for ten straight days. And tonight, since it was New Year’s Eve, it was an odd crowd. Most of the students were back home, which made room for the locals. And Daisy Duke and her long legs screamed Georgia peach.
Our eyes caught as I took a swig from my beer. She smiled wide, and I had a sudden craving to eat some fruit. She came to me; I didn’t even have to get up.
“Is this seat taken?” Momentarily confused, I looked to my right and then my left. I was sitting in a recliner in the corner of the living room, watching the party around me. The closest seat was on the other side of the room.
“You’re welcome to sit anywhere you want.”
She did just that, plopping her shapely ass down on my lap. “I noticed you looking at me.”
“You’re a hard person to miss.”
“So are you. You’re the best-looking guy at this party.”
“Is that so?” I took another draw on my beer, and Little Miss Longlegs took it from my hand when I was done. She brought it to her lips and sucked down half the bottle. Finishing, she made a loud ahhh sound.
“What’s your name, legs?”
“Alexa. What’s yours?”
“Drew.” I took the beer back and finished it off. “Who’s the guy you came here with?”
“Oh, that’s just Levi.”
“Not a boyfriend or anything?”
She shook her head. “Nope. He’s just Levi. He lives in Douglasville, not too far from me. He’s good with cars. Sometimes he fixes mine.”
Just then, Levi tagged Alexa from the doorway. He didn’t look happy to find her sitting on my lap.
I lifted my chin in his direction. “You sure Levi doesn’t think you’re more than just friends? Looks like he’s a little pissed off right now.”
She had been sitting with her legs across my lap, but she shifted to face me and swung one over to straddle my hips, effectively blocking my view of her scowling mechanic. “Now you can’t see him.”
I clasped my hands behind her back. “My view just got a whole lot better.”
It was less than an hour later when she asked me to show her my room. Of course, I obliged. I’m nothing if not accommodating to beautiful women. I’d been living at college going on four years now. Some women were straightforward about what they wanted. I was busy and not looking for a relationship, and I appreciated a woman who didn’t play games, got straight to the point.
Alexa’s fingers were at the zipper of my shorts before I closed the bedroom door. I pushed her up against it to block out the party, and it also slammed shut—two birds, one stone.
“You’re applying to law school next year?” she asked as I felt up her tits. It should have set off an alarm since I hadn’t mentioned my plans for the future. But…she had great tits. And killer legs. Those were currently wrapped around my waist. I’d also been drinking since the afternoon.
“Yeah. I’ll probably stay at Emory. My father and grandfather are legacy.”
After that, we brought in the new year with a bang.
Great memories.
Bad idea.
Drew
“You what?” Roman Olivet stared at me like I’d just told him I killed Queen Elizabeth. He shook his head. “Bad idea, man.”
I looked down at my scotch, swirling the amber liquid in my glass for a minute before bringing it to my lips. “She’s going to help me while Tess is out for three months in exchange for rent. It’ll give her a chance to find a place she can afford and get back on her feet.”
Roman sucked back his beer. “I asked you to rent me space two years ago, and you told me you couldn’t share space with anyone.”
“I can’t. This is temporary.”
He squinted at me. “She’s hot, isn’t she?”
“What’s that got to do with anything?”
“You’re such a dick.”
“What the hell? Emerie said the same thing.”
Roman’s eyebrows jumped. “She called you a dick, and you’re letting her share office space with you? She must have some ass.”
I tried to maintain my stoic face, but Roman and I have been friends forever. He caught the slight tick at the corner of my lip.
He shook his head and laughed. “A good ass is your kryptonite, my friend.”
To be honest, I was still trying to figure out what the hell had come over me a few hours ago. Not only did I invite this woman—yes, she had a spectacular ass—to move into my office, but I’d had to convince her to take me up on my offer. I repeat, I talked her into moving into my Park Avenue office—the space I loathed sharing with anyone—for free.
I tossed back the rest of my scotch and held up my hand to call for a refill.
“What kind of law does she practice?”
“She’s not a lawyer. She’s a psychologist.”
“A shrink? You’re going to have a bunch of crazy people walking around your office?”