for the night. There was no way I’d have been able to last the rest of the night without beating the shit out of someone for making a pass at her because they’d gotten the wrong idea about her because of that damn shirt. Thank fuck that guy had thought I was her boyfriend and she’d been willing to change. Because I wasn’t sure I would have been able to restrain myself otherwise.
That freaked me out because I never had a problem with self-control. I’d been doing karate since I was little and had always been able to center myself. But with Kaylie, I felt like I had been thrown into the deep end of the ocean with no idea how to swim. It was thrilling and scary at the same time. I didn’t know which way I was going to get tossed next. I just knew that I was going to enjoy the ride.
I made it back to the frat house before I knew it since my thoughts were still on Kaylie. I could hear the music blaring before I even opened my truck door and realized that the guys had thrown together a party of some sort while I’d been gone. Not that it was unusual for a Saturday night at the house. Unless there was a big bash somewhere else with free booze, you could pretty much plan on us partying together. What was unusual was that I wasn’t in the mood to join them, but I wouldn’t hear the end of it if I didn’t at least make an appearance. As the frat Treasurer, I had certain responsibilities to uphold, some of which had nothing to do with our finances.
I grabbed a beer from the kitchen before joining everyone in the living room. The party was in full swing with the guys chugging down beers like they were water and girls dancing in skimpy outfits to the dance music they were playing. The only time you ever heard that shit in the house was when the guys had girls over for a party. It just wasn’t a party unless you had drunk girls gyrating to the music.
I wandered over to a group of my buddies to hang out when all I really wanted to do was drink my beer and head upstairs to my room to crash. I might have gotten over that bug from last night pretty quickly, but I was damn tired now. And I wanted some peace and quiet to think about what my plans would be for dinner tomorrow night. If I was going to take Kaylie on a date, I figured it was worth putting a little energy into it. Might as well make it worthwhile if I was going to break my ‘no dating’ rule for her. Because I sure as shit was going to catch hell for it from the guys, my sister, and other girls on campus once word got out.
Speaking of other girls, the sharks were starting to circle as the night wore on. I could practically smell the desperation in the air. It had been like this the last month or so once I’d stopped hitting on the girls on campus. They didn’t know what to think about the change in my MO. Usually, I would take my pick of the girls at the party up to my room for the night. Or at least part of the night, because there was no way in hell I ever let them sleep over. I had my fun, made sure they had a good time, and then showed them the door. If I was feeling particularly lazy and she was a good lay, I might decide to go back for more the next night. But that was it.
You’d think after a month of me staying away that the girls on campus would have gotten the message and back the fuck off, but of course they hadn’t. There were some who wanted to be the girl who got me back into the saddle so they could brag about it to their girlfriends. And there were others who wanted to cure me of my supposed heartbreak over Lex’s relationship with Drake. That’s not to say that I hadn’t been tempted. Having hot chicks offer to do just about anything I wanted made it difficult to turn down their offers. My persistence in saying no sure hadn’t stopped them from trying, and tonight looked like it was going to be more of the same.
“Hey, Jackson,” some blond chick who’d wandered over to where I was sitting said in a breathy tone of voice that she