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theaters were so freaking sexy. She was ready to tear someone apart. A very specific someone, in fact.
    “I can close up, signor,” Tinsley purred as the others filed out of the room and Signor Giraldi tried to look like he hadn’t just slept through the two-hour film. “I was planning on doing some work for this week’s Cinephiles meeting, if you don’t mind. I’ll be sure to lock the door behind me.” Signor Giraldi glanced at his watch. Rumor had it that he and his wife, who lived in Thompson Hall, one of the girls’ dorms, had a standing booty date every afternoon at 3:30 sharp—which was fortunate for his Tuesday afternoon students, as he always let them go a little early. “
Grazie,
Signorina Car-michael.” Signor Giraldi smiled absently at her before quickly dashing out the door. Apparently, black-and-white Italian films turned him on too.
    The second she was alone, Tinsley dimmed the lights again and propped her Isabella Fiore brown leather stacked-heel boots onto the arm of the chair in front of her. She arranged the hem of her burnt-orange mohair minidress higher on her thigh. With her thick dark hair parted perfectly in the middle and falling in a straight curtain around her face, she felt like an oversexed go-go girl from the ’70s. She closed her eyes and waited for Julian.
    The soundproof door creaked open behind her. “Hey.” Tinsley pressed her eyelids together. Her heart thudded eagerly in her chest. It had been three days since they’d been alone. Last night at dinner, the two of them had sat across from each other at a table filled with their friends, and although Tinsley had been able to feel the weight of Julian’s gaze on her face, she’d refused to treat him differently than she did any of the other guys. Which meant that she flirted with him, but only as much as she did with everybody else. The whole situation made her feel like Lily
    Bart, the consummate flirt in
The House of Mirth,
a book she’d first picked up when she was thirteen and had read every summer since. She could tell Julian had been a little disappointed, but that was just the way it had to be. She couldn’t very well have the entire campus know she was into a freshman.
    Tinsley squirmed in her seat. Ten seconds had passed since the door creaked. Was that
not
him? Her eyes flew open.
    “Ack!” she squeaked. Julian was standing two feet in front of her, leaning against the back of the chair in front of her, staring down at her face. “Jesus! You scared the shit out of me.” Shivers ran down her spine. She hated being surprised—almost as much as she liked it.
    “Sorry, m’lady.” Julian pulled his left hand from behind his back, revealing a single pink-and-white flower. “For you.” Tinsley politely sniffed at the flower, pretending to be unimpressed. In truth, she loved it when guys brought her things. Last year Bradley Alexander, a senior lacrosse player, had heard about Tinsley’s sweet tooth and had tried to woo her with candy, employing other Dumbarton girls to leave packages of Swedish fish outside her door and putting tiny gold boxes of Godiva chocolates in her mailbox every day. It was fun to be showered with attention, but Tinsley could only eat so much candy before she’d start to bloat.
    “Thanks,” she said, taking Julian’s flower and putting it behind her ear.
    Julian ran his hands along the tops of the leather chairs but kept his eyes on Tinsley’s. He had on a blue pin-striped Abercrombie oxford with the sleeves rolled up to just below his elbows and a pair of baggy True Religion jeans that were grass-stained at the knees. “This is awesome. Our own private movie theater.” Tinsley stood up slowly and took a step toward him. She could feel the heat radiating off his body. “You mean,
my
own private movie theater,” she purred, not touching him. He smelled slightly sweaty, and Tinsley knew his lips would taste salty and manly. But she wasn’t ready for that yet.
    He tried to put his