Ruin .(6)
“I think I can handle it.” I snatched the paper from him. “ID card?”
“Right.” He stood and shoved his hands in his pockets. “I circled the building on the map. Smile bright for your picture, Lamb.”
I grimaced “Are you going to call me that all year?”
“Would you rather I call you something else?” he whispered, his lips close enough to touch mine.
“Um, no thanks.” My voice shook.
“You sure about that?” He stared at my lips. I took a step back, he took another step forward.
“I thought you weren’t into freshmen.” I was backed into a corner, literally. I felt something sharp against my back.
“Maybe I’m changing my mind,” he offered, tilting my chin toward his face. “I always was a sucker for redheads.”
My eyes narrowed. “Strawberry blonde.”
“Redhead.”
“Light red.”
He sighed. “Hate to break it to you, but your hair is red. You’re a red head, not a light red head, not a strawberry-blonde. Accept it, embrace it, love it. Because you’re freaking gorgeous.”
Okay, so that was forward. I licked my lips and mumbled a thanks before ducking away from him and making a beeline toward the door.
“Forgetting something?” his voice came from behind me.
“No?” I froze.
His hands were on my shoulders. Slowly, he turned me to face him and handed the map and my packet to me. “There you go. Remember what I said, no walking alone at night and smile wide.”
“I’ll try.”
“Don’t try.” His grip tightened on the packet. “Be smart. Walk in pairs. Use the buddy system. Don’t drink things that smell funny—”
“And don’t go into guy’s rooms alone, even if he is an RA.”
His smile fell. “Touché.”
I jerked my packet free from his hands and walked out.
“Use the elevator!” he called after me.
So that was how he did it. Bastard. I looked up. Sure enough there was a sign that pointed to the elevator. I went to press the down button and refused to look back, even though I knew his door was open and he was still staring at me.
Chapter Four
Embarrass myself in front of the hottest guy on the planet? Check.
Kiersten
“Where were you?” Lisa sounded outraged at my absence as she threw up her hands in surrender. “I looked everywhere! And Gabe couldn’t find you either!”
“Gabe?” I walked into the room.
Lisa pointed to the couch. “Gabe.”
“I’m Gabe.” A guy with dark hair that fell to his chin lifted his hand into the air in a wave. He had a nose ring and so many tattoos lining his arms that I thought I was going to have a seizure from all the moving parts.
“Hey.” I waved back. “Nice to meet you. And how was Gabe looking for me if he doesn’t know who I am?”
“Facebook.” Lisa shrugged. “I stalked you, pulled up your picture, pushed it into his face and—”
“Yelled,” Gabe interrupted. “She yelled. A bit of an exaggerator that one. She had it in her mind that you got kidnapped.”
“Sort of did,” I grumbled.
“What!” Lisa shrieked.
“Are you on drugs?” I leaned in to examine her eyes.
“Coffee,” Gabe offered. “She’s had enough to kill a person.”
“Who took you!” Lisa grabbed my arms.
“Me,” a voice said from the door. Aw crap, did he have a tracking device on me or something?
Lisa’s mouth dropped open. It looked like she was going to pass out. Even Gabe looked stunned. Okay, right, Weston was hot, but not hot enough to render both sexes speechless.
I turned on my heel. “What do you want?”
“Ooh, touchy. I like.” He gave a sloppy grin. “You left your purse.” He handed me my black Dooney and Burke. “I didn’t look through it, just so you know.”