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room. But that’s not what caused the flush of heat I
suddenly experienced. It was his arms. Wow. Strong and thickly muscled, each
with a noticeable vein traveling up the forearm. Even more stunning were his
full sleeve and exquisitely colorful tattoos. I felt a tingle of excitement in
my nether regions. I don't know what it was about tattoos, but they were such a
turn on to me. His tattoos looked gorgeous, even from a distance.
    As if he could feel my eyes
on him from across the room, Luke suddenly turned away from the windows and
stared directly at me. For several moments, we just eyed each other, and then
he suddenly turned and walked toward the table where the guys were playing beer
pong. I followed after him minutes later, standing off to the side and watching
again for several minutes. I played it cool, admiring his features, thinking he
had a nice, easy and friendly laugh, and of course, watching the way his
forearm muscles bunched up when he leaned on the table. As his fingers clutched
a ping-pong ball, I could only imagine what they might feel like grasping my
nipple.
    "There you are!"
    I turned around, feeling the
heat of a flush of embarrassment rush through my cheeks as Desiree grinned at
me. Had she seen?
    "He is a looker, isn't
he?" she asked, nodding toward Luke.
    She sent me a knowing smile.
"I can tell you have the hots for him," she said. "And he's
real, too, not some fictional character you find in the pages of your romance
stories."
    She threw an arm over my
shoulder and guided me toward the beverage table. "Come on, girlfriend, I
think it's about time that you whetted your whistle."

 

Chapter 3
    I was more than a little tipsy as I headed toward the
bathroom. I knew I shouldn't be drinking so much, but sometimes once I got
started, it was hard to stop. There was a bathroom on the bottom floor of the fraternity
building and one on the second floor. I slowly made my way up to the second
floor, thinking that the line there might be a little shorter than the one on
the bottom. I was wrong. As I waited in line for my turn, I leaned against the
wall, brushing my hands through my hair. I knew I was going to pay for this in
the morning. My head was already beginning to throb.
    "You don't have to wait in line, you know."
    I turned and saw Luke standing right next to me. My
heart gave a little thud and more than a little thrill ran through me. I
quickly glanced along the line of people in front of me and then right behind
me to make sure he was talking to me. He was.
    "I can show you a secret bathroom," he
commented with a wink.
    I was no fool. I don't care how cute he was or how
many tattoos he had, I was drunk and knew that I was vulnerable. It wouldn't
take much for any guy to take advantage of me. He seemed to sense my hesitation
and cocked his head slightly to the side, as if reading my mind.
    "Don't worry, Jessica, I won't take advantage of
you," he assured.
    Could I believe him? After all, I didn't even know who
this guy was. I had never seen him before tonight. For all I knew, he could be
nothing but trouble. Then again, I wondered in my drunken state of mind, if
that was perhaps what I'd been looking for. Why wasn’t I ever satisfied with
the guys I had dated? Were they too safe, too tame? While I certainly didn't
want to put myself in harm’s way, and I had no inclination of getting involved
in a relationship with someone who was overly jealous or manipulative, I
couldn't deny the attraction I felt for Luke.
    Even in the semidarkness of the hallway, I smelled the
scent of an unfamiliar yet captivating cologne, something between a musk and sandalwood.
Not to mention that even the thought of those full sleeve tattoos he had captivated
me and were more than mysterious. I hadn't really gotten a good look at them
downstairs, but I would certainly love to be able to inspect them at my
leisure. The colors were bright, as if the tattoos were relatively new, not
over a few years old, at least. Not that I was