Total pages in book: 119
Estimated words: 116028 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 580(@200wpm)___ 464(@250wpm)___ 387(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 116028 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 580(@200wpm)___ 464(@250wpm)___ 387(@300wpm)
“I can’t wait to see the final designs,” Bianca gushes. “The pics you sent of the sketches are so hot.”
“Yeah, they’re boss,” Madison agrees.
“Thanks. I’m excited to see them on you guys.” I jot down Madison’s bust measurement and then roll up the measuring tape. I tuck it and my little notepad into my Prada tote. “All right. Perfect. I’ve got everything I need. Next time I’m here, we’ll do a proper fitting and—”
“What the hell is going on?” Kaya appears in the doorway, suspicion darkening every inch of her pretty face.
“Hey, Kaya,” I say cheerfully.
Bianca warily gets off the couch, while Madison scurries out of the room like an animal that’s just sensed a thunderstorm brewing.
Kaya glares at me. “What are you doing here?”
“I came to take some measurements.” I sling my purse strap over my shoulder and root around inside the bag for my phone.
“What for?”
“For none of your business,” I chirp.
Bianca makes it Kaya’s business quickly enough. “Some of the girls and I are walking in Summer’s fashion show.”
“Well,” I hedge in, “it’s not my show. The Fashion department does this every March.”
Kaya ignores me. She’s too busy staring Bianca down. “Why would you walk in her fashion show?”
Bianca falters for a beat. “Because it sounded like fun.”
“So fun that you didn’t think to ask me if I wanted to do it too?”
I arch an eyebrow at the huffy girl. “Would you like to model in my show, Kaya?”
“Absolutely not.”
It’s hard not to roll my eyes, but somehow I manage to restrain myself.
“I just feel like I should have been informed about this before you agreed,” she says stiffly. “I’m the president of this sorority, Bianca. Anything a Kappa does has the power to reflect poorly on me.”
“Chill out, Kaya. It’s just a fashion show, and it will look great for the house, I promise. We’re helping out a fellow student. Nationals likes it when we show community spirit.”
“How many of you said yes?” Kaya demands.
“Six of us.”
“Six? Oh my God. I can’t believe you all agreed and not a single person told me!”
“Because it had nothing to do with you.”
I edge toward the door. “Um. I’m going to take off now—”
“After everything I went through with Daphne! You know how upset I was when I found out she was going behind my back, and now you’re doing the same thing?”
“No one is going behind your back,” Bianca coos. She gives me a look that says, Get out of here while you can.
I make my escape, fleeing through the front doors of the house that, instead of Kappa Beta Nu, should be called DAPHNE KETTLEMAN WAS HERE, because holy shit did that girl leave her mark on this place.
As I’m unlocking my car, “Cheap Thrills” blares out of my purse. I fish out my phone and flip it over to check the screen.
Hunter.
I answer with an overly bright, “Hey.”
“Blondie. Hey.”
The sound of his husky voice triggers a rush of guilt. Saturday night is fast approaching, and I’ve been stalling in telling him it’s Valentine’s Day. Because he’ll either want to go anyway, or reschedule, and I don’t even know if I want to keep the date.
“So. I was just informed that I scheduled our date on Valentine’s Day.” He snickers. “My bad.”
I laugh in relief. “Okay, thank God. I was going to say something about it, because, yeah…I don’t know if V-Day is the best idea for a first date.”
“No, I totally get it. That’s a lot of pressure.”
“We should probably reschedule,” I say, even more relieved now. Maybe I can put this off indefinitely, or at least until I figure out how I feel about him.
Hunter throws a wrench in that plan by suggesting, “How about tonight?”
I gulp. “Tonight?”
“Yeah. No game, and I don’t have plans. Do you?”
“No.” Crap. Why did I say no? Now there’s no reason for me not to go.
“So let’s do it. Dinner?
“Sure,” I concede.
“Cool. I’ll pick you up at your place.”
Another laugh pops out. “That was so lame.”
“I know.” He chuckles. “Should we leave around seven?”
“Sounds good.” I hope he doesn’t hear the note of uncertainty in my voice.
“Later, Blondie.”
After we hang up, I instantly call my mother.
“Sweetie!” She sounds overjoyed. “You caught me at a good time. I just got out of a meeting.”
“I’m having man problems!” I blurt out.
There’s a second of silence, and then, “Okay, baby. Hit me.”
Laughter bubbles in my throat. I love this woman. “I have a date with one of my roommates tonight. Hunter. He went to Roselawn, but he was a year behind me.”
“All right…” I can practically see the deep furrow between her eyebrows as she absorbs my words. “Are you nervous about the date?”
“No, not really. But…” I let out a breath. “I kissed my other roommate.” Among other things. But what she doesn’t know won’t hurt her.