then at Maya, whose sultry pink lips hang open. “Does the lack of this shirt make my abs look good?”
She shakes her head in the most subtle fashion a person can, and mouths what I think are the words fuck you.
I wiggle my eyebrows and dart a look back at her.
What’s that, Maya? You want to fuck me?
I let my shirt down, lean on the bar, then say, “Ladies, I’m going to run up to the president’s room and make a martini for my special lady Maya here. Because that’s just the kind of guy I am.”
Charlotte swallows and puts her hand on my forearm. “Do you…need a girl, Grant? Because I’ve got a girlfriend who really needs a…guy who knows how to make a martini.” She whips out her phone. “I can call her right now. She lives in town.”
I put my hand on her phone. “Charlotte, you’re a doll, but please. That’s not necessary.”
“Well, if you change your mind…” Charlotte trails off.
I notice Maya’s nostrils flare. I walk around from behind the bar and put my hand on Maya’s lower back.
“One martini, straight up. Anything else I should know?”
“Yes,” Maya says. “Not straight up. I changed my mind. I want it extra dirty.”
My stomach rolls. So corny.
So hilarious.
I fucking love this girl.
I head for the door, and I can feel all of the girls’ eyes on me. I pause at the doorframe and spin around, and sure enough, they’re all there, looking at me.
“Say, Maya,” I’m about to say she should come up with me, but then I think better of it. The sexual tension between us is a bit too thick right now. You’d have to be an idiot not to see it.
So, I say, “Nevermind,” and head up to the third floor to Kevin Burke’s room.
Kevin has an open door policy as the president, part of his “trust the brotherhood” mantra that he lives by. I do trust the brotherhood, though we have so many guests in here, and I don’t trust random drunkards.
Still, it’s awesome and I’m going to enjoy the benefit of the open bar he has stocked in his room on the third floor. He’s even got a glass so we can drink it up here.
I’m shaking up the drink when there’s a knock on the door.
“Hello, Mr. President,” says a sultry voice.
My stomach curls for a moment, because I feel like Kevin’s girlfriend is about to walk into the room.
But no. The door opens, and it’s Maya.
“Damn. You’re good at disguising your voice,” I remark as she comes in.
She smiles devilishly. “Oh? Whatever are you talking about? You’re the president of this fraternity, aren’t you, sir?”
I keep shaking the shaker.
President of the fraternity role play?
Well, all righty, then.
If not now, then when?
“Oh, right. I wanted to, uh, talk to you about acceptable behavior in the fraternity. You’ve been violating the rules,” I say.
I pour two martinis—I made one for myself while I was at it—and then spin back around to see her grinning at me with those active blue-green eyes.
The door is closed behind her.
“Oh? What violations were you thinking of? I’m not the kind of girl to break the rules.”
I hand her the martini, then lightly touch her chin with my thumb and forefinger to point her gaze slightly upward at me.
I stare hard into her eyes for many moments, until she looks away.
“Grant,” she whispers, “don’t do that.”
I walk her slowly into the wall. “You’re breaking character that easily?”
She takes a sip of her drink, and locks eyes with me again. “No. I was just saying…you make a good drink, Mr. President. Now which rules did I violate?”
I reach a hand down her waist and run it ever-so-slowly down the curve of her backside. Leaning down into her ear, I whisper, “The one where you wear skirts so we can have a quick, desperate, hot fuck when we’re not supposed to.”
She closes her eyes for a moment and shudders. I can smell her arousal, and I can see the goosebumps rising up behind her neck.
“Oh God, G—” she stumbles, then flickers her eyes back to me. “Mr. President. I’ll have you know the forecast is quite cold out today. And don’t even get me started on the windchill. As much as I wanted to wear a skirt for you…this is no summer day. It’s February.”
I take a step back and smile, raising my glass. We clink ours together.
I say, “What I appreciate about you, my lady, is that I can