On His Face - Tabatha Kiss Page 0,62

tell her.

She winks and snatches her ID back before I even look at it. “Good boy,” she says as she strolls into the house.

I watch her go, giving her ass a long look (Sorry, Heidi!) before turning back and checking Seth’s reaction to see if he bought it.

He leers at me, eyes wide and brows pinched. I guess he’s buying it.

“So, Jenna?” he asks as he checks the ID in his hand.

I return to my post, waving the next girl forward. “Jenna,” I say.

“Is she really the reason you turned down Tammy?”

One lie. Two lies.

What’s one more?

“Crazy enough, yeah,” I answer. I nod at the girl and give her ID back. “Welcome to Delta Xi.”

Seth chortles. “I don’t get it, man. I really don’t, but... whatever makes you happy.” He stops the guy in line and stamps the back of his hand.

“I am happy,” I say.

That one wasn’t a lie.

I am amazingly, completely, overwhelming happy.

Just not with Jenna.

With his sister.

“Okay, well...” Seth’s face screws up as if the next words bring him physical pain. “I guess I can put up with her for a night.”

“Put up with her?” I ask.

“You’re bringing her to the mask ball instead, right?”

I start to shake my head, but quickly pause.

Hey, now.

That’s not a bad idea.

“I haven’t asked her yet, actually,” I say.

“Well, the dance is tomorrow. You should hurry and ask her. Or, just a friendly suggestion here, somebody else.” He grins. “Anybody else.”

I chuckle. “Will do.”

I check the next ID. She needs a stamp. I absently pick up the ink pad, the gears in my head moving at high speed as a new plan takes shape.

Seth bobs his head at me after I wave the girl in. “Hey, you okay?” he asks.

“Yeah,” I say. “Why?”

“You seem a little off lately.”

“No, I’m good. Great, even. I just wasn’t sure how to tell you about Jenna, that’s all. I know you guys don’t exactly get along.”

“Hey.” Seth shrugs. “Dude, it’s me. You can tell me anything.”

I smile, wishing that were true.

Unfortunately, I can’t tell him about this. Not yet.

But soon, I say to myself.

Harvey taps me on the shoulder and hands me a red cup full of beer. “Shift change!” he shouts.

I raise the cup in gratitude and make my way inside.

I need to find Jenna.

Hopefully, she hasn’t chosen a mate yet for the night.

I scan the crowd as I make my way through the foyer, then the common room, then down the hall toward the kitchen, searching every head for that trademark strawberry blonde bob.

Found her.

She’s sitting on the kitchen counter with her legs crossed, her knee-high black boots dangling down as she chats up a few girls I know from Beta Kappa across the street. As I push through the crowd toward her, she spots me and curls her lips in that seductive way that makes most guys around here eat out of her palm.

I get in close enough for her to hear me over the music. “Would you like to go to the mask ball with me?” I ask.

Jenna’s brow arches. “You have my attention, Mr. Rose,” she says.

Chapter 34

Heidi

I shade the shadow beneath his eyes. My fingers are stained black with charcoal, but I hardly even notice it anymore.

My bedroom door flies open. Jenna steps inside with her make-up bag in one hand and a bottle of wine with two wineglasses in the other and glares at me on the floor with disapproval.

“All right!” she announces. “This ends now.”

I glance up at her, but I keep one eye on my drawing-in-progress. “What does?” I ask.

“This. This horrible, mopey thing you’ve got going on.”

“I’m not mopey. I’m just busy.”

“Yeah, I can see that.”

She makes a wide gesture around the room, targeting the slew of drawings sprawled out on the floor. Drew’s face. His hands. His torso. A few other non-Drew portraits I’ve done this semester.

“I’m trying to figure out what to enter into the Art Fest,” I murmur. “Every time I start something, I toss it out. It’s never good enough.”

“Good art can’t be forced, honey,” she says. “You’ve done some great work this semester. Just pull out whatever you think is your best and submit it. Easy peasy.” Her head tilts as she focuses on one drawing next to my leg. “Is that his cock?” she asks in surprise.

I flip it over. “No.”

Jenna sighs as she lowers herself down to the floor. “So, did you guys have a fight?” she asks.

“No,” I answer. “Why?”

“Because I can’t help but notice that he’s