“No,” I said after a moment. “But—”
“Okay then,” Hanna snapped, handing out the costume to me. “Stop being such a baby and go try this on.”
I stared at it. What was I doing here? Did I really want to go through with having sex with a total stranger just to prove to myself that I could get over Stefan?
And was it really worth the chance of possibly being exposed as a slut after it was all over? Despite Hanna’s assurances, I was no fool. I knew at some point that my identity would be found out, whether through one of the sisters telling on me or the guy himself eventually recognizing me.
While I would probably be humiliated and called names, the Alpha I slept with would likely be celebrated and hailed as some sort of sexual hero.
Such was the way of the campus I lived on. Even funnier, I’d signed a ‘morals pledge’ when I enrolled, a joke on paper if I ever saw one.
“Bella?” Hanna asked impatiently. “Are you going to try this damn costume on or not?”
I was tempted to tell Hanna to take the costume and go wipe her ass with it. Was there really any point to going through with this whole ordeal? I mean, honestly, what was in it for me?
I get to screw some hot jock and pretend it’s Stefan, I thought. And release all that sexual frustration I’ve been holding in.
“If you are having second thoughts and are backing out of this, tell me now,” Hanna said, her voice going cold. “I need to know if you’re not going to be part of the team.”
Hanna really had her nerve.
After a long moment of standing there, I snatched the costume out of her hands. “I’m in.”
I turned and walked off to the dressing room. I had to admit one thing, at least.
I would look hot in it.
Chapter 4
Stefan
“I’m going to go with this one,” I said, grabbing up the gladiator costume that consisted of an elaborate loincloth, a mask, and a headdress.
The costume didn’t do much to cover up most of my body. My chest, abs, and even some of my ass would be on display wearing it, but that’s the way I wanted it. The gladiator totally fit in with my personality, the huge competitor and show-off that I was.
I was at an adult costume store with several of my frat buddies, Todd, Craig, and Jace. Since the arm-wrestling match, both Craig and Jace had made an effort to befriend me.
I was okay with kicking it with them because I was new and needed friends at NSU.
All three of the guys eyed the costume, laughing. “Dude, that is so you!”
I grinned and began heading toward the dressing room.
Five minutes later, I examined myself in the dressing room mirror. I have to say that I looked like Spartacus himself, with everything I had worked hard for on display.
The loincloth did little to hide the fact that I was well-endowed, something that I wasn’t ashamed to show off.
“I could totally see chicks digging this,” I whispered, flexing my muscles.
After I was done preening, I grabbed the mask/headdress and slipped it on. Then I grabbed the clothes that I’d been wearing when I came into the store—some blue jeans and a t-shirt—and I stepped out of the dressing room, intending to walk out of the store dressed in the costume for kicks.
I was walking out of the male dressing room area, not watching where I was going, when I felt something soft slam into my chest.
I heard a small cry and a light thud. Startled, I looked down. There, sprawled on the floor was a sexy, masked angel. She had long, dark hair that lay across her mask like a shawl, a shapely figure, and killer legs. Something about her seemed familiar, but I couldn't put my finger on it.
“I’m sorry,” I said, quickly offering my hand to the mysterious vixen. “I wasn’t watching where I was going.”
The masked angel glanced up at me for a moment and looked away quickly as if she was afraid to check out my body.
“Neither was I,” she mumbled underneath her breath, making me strain to understand her.
“Let me help you up.”
“That's ok, I'm fine.” The angel quickly scrambled to her feet and without a second glance my way, hurried away.
“Hey, wait up!” I called.
The masked angel continued on, nearly breaking into a sprint. I quickly made my way after her, easing through aisles, when I heard a sharp whistle, laughs, and giggles.
“Oh, my God, what a hot gladiator!” A group of three college girls were pointing at me and whispering amongst each other, their eyes lit up.
“Thanks, ladies.” I grinned at them briefly and glanced at where the angel had run off to. She was nowhere in sight.
“Do you have a name?” one of the girls asked.
I looked around the store for several more moments before turning to the girls and grinning. “Spartacus,” I said.