Page 47 of Frat House Fling

And then it hit me. “Is the application process open to anyone?”

“Yeah, I think so. As long as you’ve been here for a year.”

I leaned forward, suddenly excited. “Do you mind if I tell a friend about that?”

His forehead wrinkled as he looked at me. “Is there some reason you want to add people for me to compete against?”

I sighed. “Yes. And it’s a good one.”

Though he looked curious, he didn’t question me further. He trusted me. “Then do what you’ve got to do, man.”

“Thanks.”

“You’re really not going to tell me who it is?”

“It’s not my secret to tell.” But I hoped that now that Hailey had seen how I’d reacted to her revelation, she’d maybe decide to tell the others. It seemed like she was beginning to trust Ian.

Ian smirked. “Your friend is a chump, then, because you suck at keeping secrets.”

What? “I do not.“

“Then how did Grant find out about my disastrous first date with Patti Thurman senior year of high school?”

I laughed. “Because that was a fuckup of epic proportions.”

Ian ignored that. “And because you told him”

That was true, but I was having too much fun debating my buddy. “No, I didn’t. He’s telekinetic.”

Ian blinked. “He can move things with his mind?”

“No, what’s the one that means you have ESP?”

Ian rolled his eyes. “The point is that you’re terrible at keeping secrets. Don’t you always spill the beans about what you’re getting your mother for her birthday weeks before?”

“But she likes hearing about what she’s going to be getting.”

“You know what else people like? Actual surprises.”

“Fine,” I growled, although I wasn’t really mad. “Can we talk about something else?”

“Sure.” He leaned back in his chair, staring at the ceiling absently. But what the hell else was there to stare at in this room? “We need to do something about Hailey.”

For a moment, it seemed like he’d been able to hear my thoughts. “Agreed.”

“And she shouldn’t be working any more parties.”

“Doubly agree.” But I didn’t know how we were going to convince Bennett of that. Why did she have to look so fucking sexy in that little dress? Now he was going to spend all his time chasing her around in that sexist French maid costume.

“I’m serious. We need to do more than just mitigate the damage our fearless leaders are doing. We need to actually help her.”

I grinned.

“What?”

“You don’t always pay attention, but once you do finally do, you’re on the case, doctor.”

“That’s my job. Or at least it will be one day.” He turned back to his desk, and I knew I’d taken up enough of his time.