The Deal (Off Campus #1)(28)

She awkwardly shakes his hand. "Hi. It's nice to meet you."

"Got anything to drink in this place?" I ask Ollie.

"Kegs are in the kitchen. Lots of other party favors floating around, too."

"Nice. Thanks, man. I'll catch up with you in a bit."

I lace my fingers through Hannah's and lead her to the kitchen, which is  packed with drunken frat brothers. I haven't spotted Beau yet, but I  know we'll run into him eventually.

I'm not too thrilled at the prospect of seeing Kohl, though.

I grab two plastic cups from the stack on the granite counter and make  my way to one of the kegs. The frat boys protest, but when they notice  who's pushing them aside, they part for me like the Red fucking Sea.  Just another perk of being the captain of Briar's revered hockey team. I  pour two beers, then duck away from the crowd and hold a cup out to  Hannah, who adamantly shakes her head.

"It's a party, Wellsy. Won't kill you to have one measly beer."

"No," she says firmly.

I shrug and take a sip of the watery alcohol. The beer is cheap as fuck,  but that's probably a good thing. Means there's no chance of me getting  wasted off this shit, not unless I drink a whole keg to myself.

As the kitchen empties out, Hannah leans against the counter and sighs. "I hate parties," she says glumly.

"Maybe that's because you refuse to drink," I tease.

"Go ahead and bring on the prude jokes. I don't mind."

"I know you're not a prude." I wag my eyebrows. "A prude doesn't kiss the way you do."

Her cheeks redden. "What the hell does that mean?"

"It means you've got a sexy tongue and you know how to use it." Ah shit,  wrong thing to say. Because now I'm hard. Luckily, my jeans are tight  enough to keep my erection from tenting like an asshole.





  

"Sometimes I think you say things just to make me blush," Hannah accuses.

"Nope. I'm just being honest." A swell of voices wafts past the kitchen,  and I find myself praying that nobody walks in. I like being alone with  Hannah.

And even though there's no reason to put on a show when we're alone, I  still move closer and sling one arm around her shoulder as I take  another sip of water-beer.

"In all seriousness, why are you so anti-drinking?" I ask gruffly.

"I'm not anti-drinking." She pauses. "I actually kind of like it. In moderation, of course."

"Of course," I echo, rolling my eyes before reaching for the second cup I left on the counter. "Would you have a beer already?"

"No."

I have to laugh. "You just said you liked it."

"I don't mind drinking in my room with Allie, but I never do it at parties."

"Oh jeez. So you sit at home like a wino when you drink?"

"No." She looks exasperated. "Just … drop it, will you?"

"Do I ever drop anything?"

Her exasperation turns to defeat. "Look, I get paranoid about what might be in my cup, all right?"

Insult prickles my skin. "For fuck's sake, you think I'd roofie you?"

"No, of course not."

Her swift response eases my concerns, but when she adds, "Not you, anyway," it triggers my suspicion.

"Did … " I frown deeply. "Did that happen to you?"

Hannah's face goes stricken for a beat, and then she slowly shakes her  head. "It happened to a friend of mine in high school. She was drugged."

My jaw falls open. "Seriously?"

She nods. "Someone slipped her GHB at a party … and, um … let's just say it wasn't a good night for her, okay?"

"Oh shit. That's all kinds of fucked up. Was she okay?"

Hannah looks sad. "Yeah. She was fine." She gives an awkward shrug. "But  it made me distrustful about drinking in public. Even if I pour the  drink myself … who knows what will happen if I turn away, even for a  second. I refuse to take that chance."

My voice thickens. "You know I'd never let that happen to you, right?"

"Um, yeah. Sure, I do." But she doesn't sound fully convinced, and I  can't bring myself to be offended about it because I suspect her  friend's experience really screwed with Hannah's head. And with good  reason.

I've heard horror stories like that before. As far as I know, it hasn't  happened at Briar, but I know it goes on at other colleges. Girls  unwittingly ingesting E or Rohypnol, or getting shit-faced out of their  minds while immoral creeps take advantage of them in that state. I  honestly don't understand guys who would do that to a woman. As far as  I'm concerned, they should all be behind bars.

But now that I know the reason behind her no-drinking rule, I quit  bugging Hannah about having a beer, and we head back to the main room.  Hannah's eyes scan the crowd, and I instantly stiffen because I know  she's looking for Kohl.

Fortunately, he's nowhere to be seen.

We mingle for a while. Every time I introduce her to someone, they look  surprised, as if they can't understand why I'm with her and not some  ditzy sorority girl. And more than one guy ogles Hannah's breasts before  winking at me as if to say good job.

I officially take back my earlier claim-I wish I hadn't convinced her to  wear that top. For some reason, the appreciative stares she's receiving  really piss me off. But I swallow the possessive caveman urges and try  to enjoy the party. The crowd is more football than hockey, but I still  know almost everyone there, which causes Hannah to mutter, "Jeez. How do  you know all these people?"

I smirk at her. "I told you I'm popular. Hey, there's Beau. Come on, let's go over and say hi."

Beau Maxwell is the typical college quarterback. He's got it all-the  looks, the swagger, and most important, the talent. But although anyone  else in his position might think it's their right to be a total  douchebag, Beau's actually kinda decent. He's a history major like me,  and he looks genuinely happy to see me tonight.

"G, you made it! Here, try this." He holds out a bottle of … something.  The bottle is black and has no label, so I have no clue what he's  offering.

"What is it?" I ask with a grin.

Beau grins back. "Moonshine courtesy of Big Joe's sister. This shit is potent."

"Yeah? Then get it the hell away from me. I've got a game tomorrow afternoon. Can't show up with a moonshine hangover."





  

"Fair enough." He bats his baby blues at Hannah. "You want some, honey?"

"No, thanks."

"Beau, Hannah. Hannah, Beau," I introduce.

"Why do you look so familiar?" Beau demands, looking her up and down.  "Where do I know you fr-oh shit, I know. I saw you sing in the spring  showcase last year."

"Really? You were there?"

Hannah sounds simultaneously surprised and pleased, and I wonder if  maybe I've been living on a different planet or some shit, because how  am I the only one who doesn't know about these showcases?

"Damn straight I was there," Beau declares. "And you were awesome. You sang … what was it again? "Stand By Me," I think?"

She nods.

I wrinkle my forehead as I glance at her. "I thought you were only allowed to sing originals."

"That's a senior level requirement," she explains. "Freshmen and  sophomores can sing whatever they want because they're not in the  running for the scholarships."

"Yeah, my sister had to sing an original," Beau tells us. "She was in the senior group. Joanna Maxwell? Do you know her?"

Hannah gasps. "Joanna's your sister? I heard she landed a part on Broadway this summer."

"She did!" Beau beams with pride. "My big sis is a Broadway star. How ‘bout that?"

We're drawing even more stares now that we're chatting with the birthday  boy, but Hannah seems oblivious to it. I, on the other hand, am  annoyingly aware of the attention-from one person in particular. Kohl  has just entered the living room, and his lips pinch when our gazes  meet. I nod in hello, then turn my head and very deliberately plant a  kiss on Hannah's cheek.

Her head jerks up in surprise, so I justify the random gesture by saying, "I'll be right back. Going to grab another beer."

"Okay." She instantly turns back to Beau and they continue chatting about his sister.

I'm not sensing any romantic interest on her part, though, which brings  an odd pang of relief. The real threat is across the room, and he  marches purposefully in our direction the second I step away from Hannah  and Beau.

I intercept Justin before he can reach the chatting duo, giving him a casual slap on the arm. "Kohl. Great party, huh?"

His nod is absent-minded, his gaze still focused beyond my shoulder at  Hannah. Fuck. Can he actually be interested in her? I figured this big  charade of ours wouldn't result in anything I needed to worry about, but  evidently my plan is working too well. Kohl only has eyes for Hannah,  and I don't like it. Not one bit.

I glance at his empty hands and grin. "Come on, let's get you a drink."

"Naah, I'm good." He's already brushing past me, heading right where I don't want him to go.

The moment Hannah notices Justin, her cheeks turn pink and a startled  look crosses her eyes, but she recovers quickly and greets him with a  hesitant smile.