Page 37 of Broken Romeo
I shrugged the brunette dancing up on me away just as a laugh echoed from across the room.
Not just any laugh—Katherine’s. That free and beautiful sound I’d grown to know so well in only the last week.
What was Kate doing at my party? I sure as hell didn’t invite her.
I followed the sound, nudging my way through the crowd of people. Just when I thought I was maybe hallucinating and made the whole thing up in my damn head, the crowd of people dancing parted, and I saw her talking to Duncan.
She stood behind the table of food, smiling and peering up at my best friend with those stunning cerulean eyes. He circled the table to stand next to her.
Scratch that—to stand too fucking close to her.
Jealousy gnawed at my gut, shivering up my body.
Duncan was fucking hitting on Katherine Harris?
I took a deep breath to calm myself down. He wasn’t doing anything wrong talking to her. Kate wasn’t mine. She’d never be mine.
And of course he was hitting on her. Anyone with eyes and a libido would hit on her. She was gorgeous. And tonight, she didn’t disappoint. She wasn’t dolled up like a lot of the other girls here, showing off with cleavage-baring tank tops and tight miniskirts.
Nope, Katherine was wearing a simple black t-shirt and tight-fitting black jeans that hugged her lean frame.
The smallest sliver of skin peeked out between the bottom of her shirt and the waistband of her jeans. On any other girl, I would’ve thought that peek of skin was intentional, but not Kate. Most of the time, she seemed completely unaware of how hot she was and the effect she had on the guys around her.
That’s what made her so fucking magnetic. She didn’t try to be sexy. She just was.
Before I knew what I was doing, I was in front of them with a table of sushi between us.
Duncan leaned against the table, tilting his body toward hers. “You are too fucking hot to be a cater waiter. What time is your shift over?”
He reached across the plate of sushi she was arranging to grab a shrimp roll. He popped the whole thing into his mouth, smiling at her.
Kate eyed him while spooning wasabi onto the plate beside the sushi with latex gloved hands.
The same redhead from the cafeteria popped up from behind the table beside Kate, setting a couple bottles of soy sauce beside the sushi platters. “This is her last delivery.”
Kate threw her a dagger-filled glare and I laughed.
Everyone’s gaze darted to me.
Kate’s eyes widened at the sight of me before shifting to venomous. “Holden.”
If she’d been glaring daggers at the redhead before, now I was getting bullets… right to my fucking head.
I reached out and grabbed a spicy scallop roll with my fingers, greeting her before popping the whole thing in my mouth. “Hey, Katherine.”
Oh yeah. Bullets for sure. Except I might have just earned an extra one right to my dick.
Duncan blinked in surprise. “You two know each other?”
I gave him a slight nod.
“Sure. Me and the freshman are old friends,” I said, even though I wasn’t answering the real question I knew he was trying to ask—was she already mine?
Kate narrowed her eyes until I could only just make out the sliver of bright blue. “Oh, we’re friends now? ‘Cause last I checked, you weren’t even speaking to me.”
I grinned. “Oh, come on. What about the cafeteria?” Impossibly, her glare deepened. “Besides, I’m talking to you right now.”
“When you’re drunk? Lucky me.”