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She’s something, alright, I thought, turning to watch her go.

Her bare ass sashayed through my kitchen and past a slack-jawed Van in his usual corner of the living room, giving me a view I didn’t know I needed.

“Evening, professor,” she said casually, perplexing him even further.

“She’s not…” he muttered, his gaze snapping round to mine. “Surely, she’s not going to⁠—”

The apartment door slammed closed behind her.

Apparently she was going to.

“But what if someone sees her?!” he stuttered, aghast.

“You’re welcome to go and save her, professor, but I’d wager she’s more than able to save herself.”

Van got up and bolted to the door anyway, only pausing long enough to throw open the lone obstacle in his way.

The elevator dinged faintly at the end of the hall, and I wondered if he’d make it in time.

I told myself I didn’t care.

I didn’t care at all that one friend had just tasted her, and the other would likely be next.

I didn’t give a fuck.

Not a single one.

Of course, nobody had ever accused me of being truthful.

Least of all, me.

[ 21 ]

ADDIE

PARAMORE – THAT’S WHAT YOU GET

“Addie, wait!”

But I wasn’t waiting. Not for anyone. Not stuck in these halls, in this building, in nothing from the waist down.

How could I have been so fucking stupid? To let things get so far with my instructor—a man who apparently didn’t care enough to spare my pride or my dignity—who just laid there while I was verbally and descryingly slaughtered by his friend.

Fuck the lot of them.

My face burned as I tapped the elevator call button relentlessly until it stopped on the fourth floor. The doors dinged open. My one small reprieve was that it was empty.

Small mercies.

I dashed inside, conscious of the thudding footsteps echoing down the hall behind me, and hit the button for the ground floor. The doors began to slide shut—but too slow. A hand appeared within the gap, prompting them to reopen, and I spun to hide my glowing face.

I didn’t care which of them ran after me. Didn’t care what they wanted from me. I had nothing left to offer except my virginity, and like hell was that going anywhere near those three.

Someone stepped into the cabin, and the doors slid shut behind them. My stomach somersaulted as it descended—a feeling that was overwhelmingly short thanks to a certain arrogance said someone possessed in pulling the emergency stop.

“Addie.”

I knew that voice. I’d run from it earlier.