But that’s the farthest thing from what happened, and now she’s going to be living here. She agreed to be mine, whatever the hell I decide that means.
I meant what I said to her. I don’t cross boundaries that women set, no matter what. Even if the idea of having my own plaything for the year is appealing, there’s no way I’m going to force her to do anything.
Although, to be honest, I have every confidence that given the right opportunity, she will say yes. I’ll see to it. The way she melted when I kissed her has me distracted and hard nearly to the point of pain. She keeps stealing glances at me when she thinks I’m not looking, and I know she can feel the tension between us.
I need to jack myself off before I go mad, but that will take longer than I’m going to make her wait.
Because when I do get off, I want to take my time fantasizing about stripping her out of that dress and fucking her slowly. And make plans for exactly how it’s going to happen when it really does. Because it will.
She’s an enigma. As soon as she agreed, she switched into business mode, apparently accepting her face with far more ease than I expected from a freshman with little to know experience in parties, let alone frat boys or men like me.
“Where do I sleep?” she asked. “I have an early science lab.”
Unlike the assholes still doing keg stands downstairs, she actually remembers that we’re here to go to school. Which is honestly sort of refreshing. But I’m not sure what to do with her, because the meeting that I had her waiting around for was to tell all the hopefuls that we didn’t have any rooms and that we would collect their emails for a waitlist in case any spots opened up during the year.
I quickly send a text to Jack downstairs to tell all the people who came to pledge that they don’t have to wait. That we were full for now. He’ll probably be surprised, but I’ll deal with him in the morning. Right now I have Juno to deal with. It should be interesting, and I’m already looking forward to her reaction.
The only place that she can sleep right now is in my room, because of the party and the fact that I need to break it to all the guys and set some ground rules. Besides, while I trust my guys, I do not trust all the pledges and party-goers still lingering around here. As that blond asshole from earlier was clear proof of.
Pulling open the door, I find her staring at the shelf where the heirloom used to be. I don’t know what possessed her to take that thing. I’ll try to have it repaired as best I can and cross my fingers that my father doesn’t come to visit. It’s always been way more important to him than it ever was to me.
But still, it’s a part of my history and the fact that it’s in pieces right now stings.
I’m going to find out whoever put her up to this. Clearly someone who knew the value of that vase and wanted to fuck with us or me, and that doesn’t sit well, even if it was only a prank.
Juno doesn’t seem to notice that I’ve come out of my room, so I clear my throat, and she jumps. “So here’s the deal,” I say. “I obviously haven’t talked to anyone about our little arrangement yet, so you won’t have your own room.”
The look on her face is sheer horror, and I realize that she thinks that I’m going to make her sleep in a room with some random Granite House guy. I walk down the hall until I’m closer to her, cause it’s still loud and I don’t feel like shouting all of this. “You can sleep in my room until we get things more settled.”
The horror on her face turns sharp, and she slaps her hands against my chest and shoves me hard. Immediately I laugh.
That wasn’t what I meant, but I like that it was what she thought I meant. I get close enough to her to see the flecks of gold in those green eyes. “See, Juno, you thought I meant that we would share a bed. But I only meant that you could have my bed and I would sleep on the floor.”
“Oh,” she says, a perfect pink blush painting those cheeks. “Okay.”
That blush makes me lose a little control. My dick has a mind of its own and it wants to push Juno’s boundaries a little to see how far she’ll go. If she’ll still melt for me.
“Though with that reaction,” I say, “maybe you want to share a bed with me after all?” I lift one eyebrow, savoring the expression on her face.
She’s so obviously torn between fury and temptation. For a split second, I’m not sure which will win out. But then, “I don’t,” she snaps. “That’s revolting.”
“Is it now?” I tilt my head, and bring one hand to her face, cupping her cheek and sliding my hand down to her neck. I can feel her pulse fluttering under my fingers and her chest moves faster as she breathes. With how close I am, I have an excellent view of her perky little tits heaving, and I have to cement my hand to her skin to keep it where it is and not slide it down to feel her.
“It is revolting.” Her dark eyes flash with defiance. “I’d never sleep with someone like you.”
I grin down at her. “You’ve got a lot of mouth on you for someone who’s now a pet.”
“I’m not a pet.”
“You are,” I tell her. “You’re my pet. And I wonder if my pet liked the way I kissed her earlier. And I wonder if she wants me to do it again.”
Her eyes are pure fire. “Fuck
