EXCERPT AND GIVEAWAY!!! RUSHED...BY GINA ROBINSON
Publication Date: June 30, 2014
Add to Goodreads: https://www.
Getting out of the house and going to class was the freest time of my days. When I was on campus, I wasn't a servant. I wasn't beneath anyone. I was just me. I was looking forward to The History of Rock and Roll as a break from my science-heavy schedule of the past few years. And time away from the girls and their drama. I'd been lucky and had had only a couple of classes with any of them over the years. When I did, it was always awkward.
I settled in the back of the classroom. When I looked up, I caught a glimpse of a Double Deltsie light blue pledge T-shirt, nicely filled out by a pair of perfect breasts. Shit. Then I lifted my gaze, saw Alexis' face, and cursed my odd combination of good and bad luck.
I hoped she didn't see me, afraid if she did, she would diss and ignore me. And even more worried she wouldn't.
I don't know why I cared what the girls thought. In high school, being the star jock had been enough to impress any girl I wanted. But being the houseboy was enough to make me beneath the Double Deltsies. As I began my third year in the house, I still had my pride. Though I didn't know how I'd managed to hang on to it. Seth, Paul, and Dillon helped.
I didn't miss the way the other guys in the class watched Alexis as she strode to the back of the classroom and took the seat next to me. Double Deltsies stood out wherever they went. She'd already mastered their confident walk. She probably came preprogrammed with it.
"Is this seat taken?" She slid into it without waiting for an answer.
"You're supposed to sit with the Double Deltsies." I wasn't about to encourage her. She made my pulse race too damn fast.
When she smiled, her eyes danced. "I am."
"Do I look like one of your sisters?" I said.
Her gaze slid over me like she was taking full measure of me, letting it linger on my shoulders and chest. "In that indie band T-shirt? No." She grinned. "I like that group."
"Shit." I couldn't resist teasing her. I reached for the hem of my shirt.
"What are you doing?" She laughed.
"I can't wear this now. It's tainted. I'll to have to burn it when I get back to the house. By the time the girls from the house like a band, it's way too mainstream." I pulled the shirt over my head and dropped it on my desk, waiting for her reaction.