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going to think of that whole incident as a public service to all the women who attend Western University.
    You’re welcome.
    Not to be thrown off course, he persists.  “So just tell me what he did to deserve it.”  He looks genuinely interested.  But still…
    I narrow my eyes because this little back and forth is exactly what I didn’t want to get sucked into.
    Hmm… ignoring him didn’t work.
    Bitchiness hasn’t deterred him either.
    Maybe if I just give him the answers he’s after, he’ll get bored and wander off in search of easier prey.
    Huffing out an aggravated breath, I finally mumble, “He grabbed my ass.”
    Those golden eyes darken as his mouth sinks into a deep frown.  “I’m sorry he did that to you.  I think Alex is pretty wasted.”
    The edges of my lips instantly pull down into a scowl.  “Being drunk isn’t a legitimate excuse for sexually harassing me.  What he did was wrong.”  I stab a finger in Alex’s direction.  “That dude got what he deserved.  Actually, he’s lucky I didn’t knock his teeth out.”
    Eyes flaring, he quickly holds up both hands.  “I never claimed it was an acceptable justification for touching you.”  He looks legitimately put out that I think he’s making excuses for his meathead friend.  But I don’t care.  I want him gone.  His very presence unnerves me.  And I don’t like it.
    So even though I know he means well, I carry on with my plan to drive him away.  “Actually,” I cut in, “that’s exactly what you said.”
    Those thick brows of his jerk together as he shakes his head.  “But it’s not what I meant.  I just wanted you to know that he drank a few too many and isn’t using good judgment.  Alex is a pretty harmless guy.  But yeah, I guess he thought you were pretty and was looking for a way to approach you.”
    This conversation is seriously going from bad to worse.  My mouth literally falls open.  “So you’re actually telling me,” I say with a shitload of disbelief, “that this is my fault because he thinks I’m pretty ?”
    Is this guy for real?
    His eyes widen at the insinuation.  “No,” he finally snaps with just a bit of heat, “that’s not what I meant at all.”  Looking frustrated, he quickly runs a hand through his messy brown hair.
    I’m momentarily distracted by those rich chocolate colored strands of his.  Yep, totally dangerous.
    “But that’s what you just said.” Thankfully this conversation is going exactly where I need it to- right down the tubes.  Like I said before- gorgeous guy, total asshole behavior.  Guess I’m not as far off the mark as I’d originally suspected.  But this is exactly what I want. For him to expose himself as a douche and for me to move on without so much as second thought. 
    So why does him doing exactly what I want leave me with a feeling of disappointment sitting in the pit of my belly?  I force that thought away before I’m able to examine it too closely.
    Looking exasperated, which yeah, is a totally adorable look on him as well, he finally snaps, “Damn it, I know that’s what I said.  All I wanted to do was apologize for Alex pissing you off.”  He actually glares at me… with those amazing golden eyes of his. “I’m apologizing on behalf of my friend.  That’s it.  Okay?”
    Not knowing what else to do, I shrug my shoulders.  “Fine.  Apology accepted.”  It’s definitely time to leave.  If this guy has any self-preservation skills what so ever, he’ll let me go about my business without trying to detain me again.  “Bye.”  Turning, I give him a half wave, before continuing to search through the thick press of bodies for my roommate.
    Make that my former roommate…
    “Hold up!”
    Christ Almighty!
    All I want to do is shake this guy loose.  Can he seriously not take a hint?  I’m not interested!  I don’t want to be interested.  I don’t need the distraction.  And he’s definitely a distraction.
    “I need to find