Someone chuckled behind me. “Fresh meat.”
“Need I say more?” Weston groaned. “Meet Drake.”
“Hi, Drake.” I swallowed, trying really hard to not meet his predatory gaze. He had dark brown eyes and sandy blond hair.
He nodded. “‘Sup.”
And that was the end of the conversation.
Weston introduced me to tons of people, none of whom really cared who or what I was. Mainly they were polite, but that was it. After a few more introductions, he took me into the kitchen. “Lets’ get you a drink.”
“Oh, I’ve never drank before.” I held up my hands.
“I know.” Weston chuckled. “Which is why you and I are on a mission of sorts. First frat party, first drink, first time with a senior—”
“I’m good.” I shook my head at the cup he held out to me.
“Not yet you’re not. One sip, and then I can die happy.” His smile didn’t reach his eyes, as he held out the cup and waited.
“Ugh, peer pressure. You know, you’re the worst RA I’ve ever met, right?”
He shrugged.
The liquid sloshed in the cup. It was dark and smelled like rotten bananas. “What is this?”
“Beer. One sip. Go.”
I plugged my nose. He laughed, but I didn’t care. It tasted like bitter bananas and mold, and after one sip, I was done. I coughed and gave him back the cup.
“See?” His smile was contagious. “Was that so hard?”
“It was awful!” I smacked him on the arm.
“What did I tell you? No whistle! See, I’m safe, promise.” He laughed and then stumbled a bit on his feet. With a curse he grabbed the counter.
“Are you okay?” I rushed to Weston’s side.
He jerked away from me and blinked a few times. “Yeah, fine. I just… I need to go grab something from James. I’ll be right back, okay? Don’t follow anyone upstairs and no drinking anything, not even water.”
“Yes sir.” I saluted, trying to make him laugh. Instead, he looked like he was going to puke as he walked slowly out of the kitchen, leaving me alone.
“Interesting,” a female voice said a few minutes later. “You his new project?”
I turned around. “Project?”
The girl was gorgeous. Her legs went on forever, she had a tight white dress on, and her black hair hung in loose curls around her chest. “Yup, project.” She grabbed a cup of beer and drank. “He picks a freshman every year.”
“He does?” Dread filled my stomach.
“What can I say? He gets bored easy. Believe me, by Christmas he’ll have forgotten your name and moved on to the next girl. Let me guess, small town? Innocent? Everything a powerful guy like Wes is attracted to, but nothing he would actually go home to if you get my meaning. He saves as many as he can, and then parties with the ones who actually give a shit about him and his life. So enjoy it while you can. I know I did.” She took another long sip and laughed just as Weston walked back into the room.
The minute his eyes fell on the girl I could have sworn he snarled. “What. The. Hell. What are you doing here, Lorelei?”
“I was invited,” she purred. “You should be happy to see me. It’s good press. You and I talking like nothing happened.”
His hands clenched at his sides. “But it did.”
“Says who?” She threw her head back and laughed. “I was just getting to know your new little friend here.”
“And we were just leaving.” Weston grabbed my arm and pulled me closer to him.
“Remember what I said, freshman.” Lorelei eyed me one last time and waltzed out of the room. I exhaled and followed Weston as he steered me out of the house. The two guys he’d pointed out earlier trailed us a few hundred feet behind as we walked down the same street we’d just come up.
“I know you don’t know me.” Weston’s words were clipped as if all his joy had just been sucked out of him. “But you can’t trust anything that girl says. She’s trouble. Let’s just put it that way. She’s not even supposed to be within ten miles of me, let alone ten feet.”