Elite (Eagle Elite) - By Rachel Van Dyken Page 0,26
was because the tag was still on them, and it said three hundred and ninety dollars. I swallowed and pulled out the sweater. It was cashmere and soft, exactly the type of thing I’d want to wear after a crappy day.
There was a small pink box underneath that said Victoria Secret. What? Did he have a freaking mall in this place? Well, it was the Bat Cave, and it was Eagle Elite. I shrugged and opened the box.
My eyebrow lifted. A thong? Really? The matching bra wasn’t so bad, and wonder of all wonders, it was a 34 C, which actually was my size. Then again he had just seen me topless and… oh crap. I leaned against the counter and took a few deep breaths.
It only took me a few minutes to get dressed. I grabbed my clothes off the floor and tried to comb the tangles out of my hair with my fingers.
Nixon was waiting in the large room drinking something and watching TV. “Better?” He took another sip from his cup and never took his eyes from the TV.
“Squeaky clean, and I’m happy to announce that no drowning took place in your bathroom.”
He smirked and nodded his head.
Okay, so was this the part where I was supposed to say thank you and bolt like a scared deer?
I cleared my throat. He still hadn’t moved.
Right. “Well, thanks for… everything. I’ll just go back to—”
“—You aren’t going anywhere until classes are dismissed. You still have two hours to burn. So make yourself at home.”
“But…” I held the damp egg-smelling clothes in my hands. “I need to get these cleaned and…”
Nixon swore and launched himself from the couch, stalking his way toward me. He grabbed my uniform along with my underwear and tossed it into the trash. “Done.”
“What, you have a magical trash can that cleans clothes?”
“Nope. You can’t wear those again. They’re ruined and there are rules here. You can’t just wear a ruined uniform.”
“I hate the stupid rules!” I stomped over to the trash can and tried to free my clothes. “This uniform is all I have!”
Nixon pried the death grip I had on my clothes and dragged me over to the couch. “Sit.”
“But—”
“Sit.” It wasn’t a question, it was a command. I stuck out my tongue. He licked his lips and smiled. “You thirsty?”
Deep breaths. “No.”
“Hungry?”
My stomach growled. Damn traitor!
“That’s what I thought.”
I refused to turn around even when I heard him messing around in what was probably the kitchen. A few curses and slamming of pots and pans and he returned.
With a cow.
Okay, not a real cow. A dead one, in the shape of a hamburger and fries. My mouth watered and sadly I felt tears prick in my eyes. “Thank you.”
I was officially the lame homeless lady who had no money, no food, and cried when people offered her meat. Sigh.
“You need to eat more.” He cursed.
Just then the doors opened. Chase strolled in with a garment bag, followed by Monroe, Tex, and Phoenix. Welcome all to the room of humiliation!
“Are you okay?” Monroe ran to my side and hugged me.
My mouth was full so I just nodded.
“I made her half a cow.” Nixon laughed. “I’m sure she’s in meat lover’s heaven right now.”
“Aww, you killed a cow for her?” Monroe sighed happily.
“Good God, people, he put frozen meat in the microwave and pressed defrost,” Chase muttered. “Is this all you needed fearless leader?” He held out the garment bag.
Nixon nodded. “Right sizes?”
“Yup.”
“Good,” Nixon clipped.” Just put the bag over there, and we’ll take it over once classes are out.”
Chase’s face was stern as he did what Nixon said, but his jaw flexed as if he wanted to say more but was held back.
Phoenix kept looking at me funny as if I was going to launch my person on him and beat the living daylights out of him, which I kind of wanted to do, all things considered, but I felt kind of powerless against him.
Tex sat between me and Monroe and put his arm around her. “So, what are we doing this weekend?”
“We…” Monroe ducked under his arm and placed it back on his knee. “Are doing nothing. I’m going to be a good friend and hang out with my roommate who was brutally assaulted by the stupid assholes that go to our school.”
Tex pouted. “Nixon, can’t you just order a hit on the ones that started it so I can have some alone time with your sister?”