was straight, leading down to a set of lips that tipped up at the corners as if he knew a secret.
Wearing a tight black t-shirt that struggled to contain broad shoulders and a strong chest, he lifted his eyes to Everly as she crossed the room toward him, a hint of his trim waist and perfect abs peeking out from beneath his shirt when the girl straddling him ran her hand up his abdomen.
How Everly put up with that shit, I didn’t know, but it was entertaining for me to watch what she would do about it.
I stared at the scene curiously, noting how Everly approached with a clipped stride, her gaze meeting Jase’s when she was within reach. Leaning down, she whispered something in the other girl’s ear before straightening and curling her lips into a devilish smile.
The girl quickly crawled off Jase’s lap, red burning her cheeks as she turned to leave immediately. The girl brushed past me on her way out the door, tears glimmering in her eyes, barely visible beneath the low lighting.
Across the room, Jase just shook his head, crooked a finger and grinned as Everly took the former girl’s place, her hands running up his chest as soon as she was settled over his lap.
To each their own, I guessed, making a mental note to ask her what she’d said to the other girl that had her running from this room like it was on fire.
Pulling my eyes away from them as soon as she leaned forward to press her mouth to his, and his hand moved to cup her ass, I scanned my gaze over the rest of the room, noticing the four other guys that sat around, all of them with drinks in hand while women giggled and danced beside them, one set of cold dark eyes catching my attention in particular because they were focused directly on me.
It’s common courtesy among strangers to look away during moments of unwanted eye contact, but the one staring at me now didn’t seem to give a damn about courtesy. The hard lines of his face tightened as soon as our eyes met, his glare boring into mine with a ferocious intensity.
He had a devil may care curl to his full lips, shadows dipping down beneath high cheekbones that gave him an aristocratic air.
In front of him, a pretty girl danced in only a short skirt and bra, her body on display as dark red hair fell down her back in a waterfall of waves.
Even with the eye candy he had bouncing around in front of him, those dark eyes remained locked to mine, a glimmer of some unspoken thought flashing behind them.
I knew instantly that I was staring at Tanner Caine, a man known as Treachery among his friends.
Giving in to the wordless exchange between us, I was the first to look away, my arms coming up to wrap around my stomach as if to chase away the chill he conjured inside me.
Despite not looking at him, I could feel his eyes on my face, somehow knew he hadn’t let me out of his sight while I stood waiting, my legs shaking beneath me because I was suddenly terrified.
Cursing Everly beneath my breath for dragging me here, I considered leaving the room, but then worried I wouldn’t find Clayton and would end up spending the night wandering among drunk students grinding against each other.
As for this room, I felt like I’d walked into a damn orgy, all the woman slowly losing their clothes while the five men who sat around like kings in their damn harem smoked joints and sipped from glasses of different liquors and alcohol.
No, the rest of the men sat like kings in their thrones, but not Tanner. He sat in the center of the room against a far wall, his demeanor that of a dark god.
I needed to get out of here, but as the seconds ticked by, a poisonous glare pulled me back to him, my head turning just enough to see that Tanner was still staring me down, the half dressed girl no longer dancing now that she’d crawled to straddle his lap.
Running her fingers through his hair, she leaned over to kiss the pulse point in his neck, but his attention was focused on me despite the promise of sex grinding against his crotch.
And fuck me, that man was beautiful, unlike anybody I’d seen before.
With dark hair and cold eyes, he had the face of a cover