Pulling it from my bag, I handed it to him, my fingers lingering on his. “The mad hatter.”
His eyes lingered on the mask, long fingers running over the grooves and curves. So softly I nearly didn’t hear him, he asked, “Have I gone mad?”
My heart tumbled in my chest, tripping right over the Alice in Wonderland quote.
He looked at me, eyes patient, as if he was seeing right through me.
I brushed the hair from his forehead. “I’m afraid so. You’re entirely bonkers.” My lips spread. “But I’ll tell you a secret.” My hand moved down his face, cupping his jaw, my thumb brushing over his bottom lip. I tilted my head to the side, lowered my voice. “All the best people are.”
I kissed him again—my idea this time—and he didn’t push me away. When I finally pulled back, he stopped me, a hand on my hair. Angling his head down so his eyes were in line with mine, he said, “I’ll pick you up tomorrow at seven.”
Chapter Twenty-Six
“This isn’t fun yet,” I leaned in to shout into Adele’s ear. Or at least where I think her ear was, behind the wig. She must have heard me though, because she looked over her shoulder and grinned at me. Her face was the same, of course, but the Alice hair she was wearing was a white-blonde wig, almost Bridget Bardot-like, with curled pig-tails on either side of her head and a thick black headband sitting toward the front of her head, long swooping bangs across her forehead.
“Don’t be a party pooper, old man.” Then she reached around and pinched my ass underneath the ridiculous black cape I was wearing. When I slipped my hand underneath the ruffled blue skirt to do the same to her, she swatted my arm away, then grabbed it and marched us further into the frat house.
She was probably right. I couldn’t remember having any of the Sigma Chi members in my creative writing classes, so between that and my costume, and the copious amounts of alcohol that was currently being consumed by the swaying crush of bodies in the house, it was highly unlikely that anyone would recognize me.
The mask that Adele had bought for me completely covered my face. It had a sharp, hawk-like nose, small cutouts all over the face, and showed only the skin around my eyes, the length of the metal going from my forehead to my chin, the opening at the mouth only adequate for taking small drinks through it.
She said I was the Mad Hatter, but nobody would have guessed that, so I played along. Truthfully, I didn’t know whether I was The Phantom of the Opera, or a warrior, or a birdman. All I knew was that I was wearing all black like a chump, and I was walking around with the sexiest Alice in Wonderland I’d ever laid eyes on.
When we got home, I was going to fuck her with those thigh high socks on, and maybe let her keep the wig on too. I inhaled through the nose, the sharp, pungent smell of marijuana helping to tame the hardening of my cock. But I couldn’t help it, she looked like a wet dream, in that tiny blue dress with the frilly white apron over it, her cleavage pushing up and over the neckline of the dress. Men’s eyes followed her with every step of those fuck-me red stilettos, then moved on when they saw her gripping me close to her. Which was good, because I didn’t want to have to beat the hell out of anyone here.
Pounding bass shook the foundation of the house, and the half-naked women that embodied well more than half of the party attendees ensured that their attention span on my half-naked woman was blissfully short. The lights were dim, only strings of orange and purple lights stretching across the ceiling lit the way toward the alcohol, which I was unlikely to drink. But, I’d promised to come out and have fun with her.
Someone knocked into my shoulder and I glared, realizing how ineffectual that was. Nobody could see my damn face. So I shifted and walked directly behind Adele, taking one hedonistic moment to grip her hips and pull her ass back into me while we waited for a line of cheerleaders to wind past us. She pushed back into me, making a slight grinding motion to the beat of the music, hardening me instantly.
Then she stopped, yelling over her shoulder at me. “Drinks! We need drinks first.”
I nodded and we continued to slow trek to the kitchen.
God, if any faculty knew I was here. I shook that off when the lights finally brightened. Apparently they all needed to be able to see to get inebriated. Adele chatted with the guy at the keg and I actively didn’t listen. I absolutely did not need to hear what men said to her at parties like this. Because if I knew? I’d probably never let her go.
Actually, maybe I did want to hear. She laughed, said thanks, and turned to me with two full red cups. After handing me one, she watched over the rim while I took a sip. Then laughed when I grimaced.