Naughty or Nice - Alexis Winter Page 0,4
Felicity. My friend from back home. I’m showing her around the campus this weekend. She’s going to college in the fall.”
“Oh, you’re that Felicity,” he says, turning to shake her hand.
“The one and only,” she says, shaking his outstretched hand. “Or the only one that matters anyway,” she adds on, making him laugh.
He looks back at me. “I like her.”
“Everyone does,” I say, joking.
“So, if you two aren’t…you know, come to the party. Bring her. The parties are half the college experience.”
“No,” I start, but she cuts me off.
“Yes! Party! Let’s do it. I haven’t been to a good party yet this year.”
“No, no way. Your mom would kill me, and since when have you ever partied, little Miss Goody Two-Shoes?” I point out. I can see her brow furrow; she always hates when I call her that but it’s the truth. Lately it seems like she’s on some kick trying to get rid of the moniker.
“So we just won’t tell her,” she argues. “Come on, Carson. I’ve been driving all day. I need to let loose. Please,” she says, getting herself up onto her knees on the couch. She looks up at me with pleading eyes. Fuck. Why do I want her so badly? Seeing her like this, begging me for something on her knees, all I can see is making mascara run down her cheeks as she takes me deeper and deeper into that mouth of hers. But. That. Can’t. Happen.
No, this is Felicity after all. The little girl who followed me everywhere. The girl who chased off more shitty girlfriends than I can count. This is the girl I have to protect at all costs.
I shake the dirty thoughts from my head and say, “Alright, we’ll go for a little bit. And no drinking!” I tell her as I point my finger in her direction.
“Fine,” she agrees, showing me her palms.
A little while later, we walk into the party and it seems like every guy here has his sights set on her. “Hey, Carson. Who’s your friend?” Dan asks, motioning toward Felicity.
I wrap my arm around her and pull her to my side. “This is my friend from back home. Her name is Felicity.”
“Nice to meet you. Can I get you a drink?” he asks her.
“No,” I jump in and answer for her.
Her eyes cut toward me, but I narrow mine on her and she backs down.
This seems to be the pattern for the evening. Guys come up to her and I chase them off. She seems annoyed at first, then just learns to accept it. I have a few drinks and start hanging out and talking with the guys. That’s when she decides to go off in search of a bathroom. I let her go, thinking she can’t get into much trouble in there, but about forty-five minutes later, I remember that I’m supposed to be watching her and she still isn’t back.
I break away from the guys and go in search of her. After checking out most of the rooms, I find her in the kitchen with another guy. I don’t know him but they’re standing awfully close to one another and they both have a shot glass in their hands. She’s laughing at something he’s saying and he’s eating it up.
I grab ahold of her arm and pull her toward me. “What do you think you’re doing?”
“What? I was just talking with Chris,” she says, lifting her shot glass up and swallowing back the liquid.
“You’re not supposed to be drinking. You’re under age,” I point out.
She rolls her green eyes. “Oh, like you didn’t drink before you turned twenty-one?”
I shake my head. “This isn’t about me. I’m responsible for you this weekend. If your mom finds out, she’ll have my balls. And what the hell has gotten into you?”
She giggles. “Look, the damage is done. Can’t we just relax and have some fun?”
I shoot her a glare, but she bats those fucking lashes at me again and I can’t say no.
“Please? Just a little longer and you can drag me out of here if you want.”
“Only if you promise me one thing,” I say.
“Anything. Name it!”
“No guys. You can drink and hang out, but no guys. No making out. No going upstairs. Got it?” I ask, giving her my death glare. “If you end up knocked up, it’s not going to get traced back to this weekend.”
She flinches at the harsh words, but I didn’t know how else to put it. Clearly her hooking