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argument was
taking place between a screaming girl and a super hot guy who stood staring at
her with his arms crossed in front of his chest. The girl was gorgeous and
dressed to the hilt. Her platinum blond hair was perfectly straight and her makeup
expertly applied while her outfit had clearly set her back big bucks. Too bad
for her that the attitude didn’t appear to match the wrapping.

 
    Holy crap. I could only see the guy she was yelling at
from the side, but what I could see made me want more. There was something
about him that pulled me like a magnet. He was a couple inches over six feet
with dark brown hair that was spiked up a bit. His jeans clung to his tight ass
and tapered down his long, muscular legs. He wore a bright blue polo shirt that
stretched across his back each time he moved. He definitely worked out, but he
was lean instead of bulky. Even with the girl yelling at him, he seemed so
relaxed, like he didn’t have a care in the world.

 
    Jackson turned to hand me my cup and noticed where my
attention was focused. “Shit! Who told Sasha about the party? Hold on a second
while I make sure Drake doesn’t need any help getting her to leave. Then we can
check on Aubrey and head upstairs to my room to hang out. That way you can
relax without pissing my sis off by heading back to the dorm this soon.”

 
    “Okay, sounds like a plan to me,” I responded. It had
been a long day between classes and my charter flight. I could use some extra
rest. Besides, I didn’t need to ogle one of Jackson’s frat brothers who already
had his hands full with women issues. That was just asking for trouble, even if
he was smoking hot.

 
    The girl stopped her tirade when she saw Jackson
walking up. He could be very intimidating when he wanted to be. Jackson looked
between the two of them, Drake shaking his head no and the girl taking a couple
steps back. Dark, smoldering eyes met mine as Jackson talked to Drake. His gaze
was so intense as he did a quick scan down my body, his eyes turning even
darker as they lingered on my legs, which only served to piss off the blonde he
had been arguing with moments before even more. She stomped off in a huff,
leaving Drake and Jackson standing at the door.

 
    They talked for a few more minutes while I waited. I
couldn’t hear what was being said as they spoke in hushed tones. Drake turned
so he was facing me while they talked. He kept glancing my way as though he was
having a hard time concentrating on his conversation with Jackson. He had a
strong face with high cheekbones and full lips that made me think of kissing.
Every once in a while, a dimple peeped out on the left side of his face, making
him even more adorable.

 
    He looked back at me again and smiled a sexy grin with
one side of his mouth tilted up. Jackson shook his head, and Drake’s body language
changed completely. He wasn’t the relaxed frat brother chatting with a friend
anymore, but a man who looked like he was ready to strike out in anger. His
fists clenched at his sides, and the cords of his neck stood out. Jackson
reached out to him, but Drake took a step back and glared at me.

 
    When Jackson came back over, he didn’t offer to
introduce us. I figured that meant he didn’t trust Drake around me.   With the death stare Drake was aiming my way,
I didn’t want him near me anyway. Then again, Jackson didn’t really trust
anyone around me since he seemed to think I wasn’t capable of handling guys
after the debacle with my ex-boyfriend in high school. As grateful as I was for
him stepping in and ending the problem with Brad, I really wished he would get
over the idea that I wasn’t ready to date again. Sometimes it seemed like he
felt so bad about introducing me to Brad that he would never be ready to see me
with someone in my life again.

 
    “Ready to hang out? Or do you want to join Aubrey?”
Jackson asked.

 
    “Ha, ha! Like that’s even a question you need to ask
me. You know I’d