Page 16 of Frat House Fling

Grant leaned against the wall next to the open door. How long had he been watching me?

“Hi.”

He pushed away from the wall and strode into the room. “This is a nice surprise, finding a pretty girl in my room. And I didn’t even have to be charming to get her here.”

The flirtatious grin he shot me made my face flush, and I stammered out the first thing that sprang to mind. “You can be charming?” That really wasn’t the kind of thing one said to their employer, even in an informal situation like this, but it was too late.

But Grant just laughed. “You have no idea.”

That was true… but, as he walked toward me, I could see why women must come to his room pretty frequently. He really was ridiculously handsome. Tall, of course. At least six-five. And he wore it well, not like those poor guys who were bone thin who looked like they’d been stretched out on a rack.

Grant moved easily, his arms swinging, which drew my attention to the biceps that barely fit in the sleeves of his white t-shirt. His hair was lighter than his cousin’s—he had the classic blond hair, blue eyes thing going for him. But it wasn’t just his body that caught women’s attention. It was his whole manner. His cocky, arrogant, devil-may-care attitude was appealing on some level.

If only the rest of his personality weren’t so bossy and dismissive. He seemed like Bennett in that regard, only not quite as bad. He reached me and looked around. “Nice job, Cinderella.”

It was too disconcerting to look into his vivid blue eyes when he was this close. “I’ll get the trash. Is there anything else you want me to do?”

Again, the words came without much forethought, but once my brain kicked in, I knew it was the wrong thing to say to a guy like him.

“You could make the bed.”

I glanced over at the massive king-size bed that dominated one wall. “It’s already made.”

He walked over and patted a dark blue comforter. “It won’t be for long if you join me over here.”

The arrogance of this guy. I wondered where I’d be in life if I had a fraction of the confidence he had. His words should have been creepy, but somehow, with his easy-going grin, I knew he wasn’t a real threat. At least not while he was in a playful mood like this. I definitely wouldn’t want to run into a guy his size in a dark alley.

“Didn’t anyone tell you that it’s bad form to harass the help?”

His grin widened. “It might have been mentioned in one of my classes.”

“Are you pre-law?” He seemed like the type.

“Political science, at the moment. But I’m taking a few classes because law school is next.”

Hmm, pre-law and poli-sci. “Do you want to practice law or run for office?”

His eyebrows raised. “Smart girl. Both.”

Suddenly, his arrogance made sense. “Are you a politician’s son or something?”

His gaze narrowed. “My uncle’s a US senator.”

“Bennett’s father?”

Grant nodded. “It’s kind of the family business.” I had a bit of trouble imagining him being serious enough to be a politician, but it wasn’t likely that this frat boy persona was the only side of him. “Speaking of that, you’d probably better head to the presidential suite.”

It took me a moment to realize that he meant Bennett’s room.

“Guess so,” I said. I felt his eyes on me as I gathered up my things and headed out.

The suite for the fraternity president was impressive. The entryway was a short hallway lined with mirrors and console tables. Then it opened up into a huge living room plus a dining room table. The view of the mountains was spectacular, and there was a large balcony running the length of the suite from which to enjoy it.

I took it all in as I vacuumed the plush carpet. The sofas and armchairs were made of a cream-colored leather. There was a baby grand piano in the corner and a chandelier overhead. Did all the fraternity presidents live like this, or did Bennett just like luxury? Probably the latter. And, since he was the son of a senator, he was probably used to it.

I cleaned quickly, both because I didn’t want to be here when Bennett returned and also because I still had to get to the grocery store and make dinner. The bathroom had double sinks and a huge walk-in shower. I couldn’t help but peek in. There was a bench but no showerhead across from it. Then I noticed the nozzles built into the top and sides of the shower room. It would be like surround sound, only with water.

Bennett’s bedroom was equally luxurious, with a bed as large as Grant’s—but the dark grey sheets were twisted and rumpled near the foot of the bed, and part of the comforter was on the floor.