That Boy

I glance back at the cute guy. Maybe it's time I get some of that experience.

“Don't look now, Phillip,” I order, “but who's the guy over there in the green Polo shirt?”

“Why do you care?” Phillip asks me suspiciously, in his snotty little boy voice. I swear sometimes I think he's twelve.

“I don't know,” I shrug. “He keeps looking over here. I just wondered who he is.”

Phillip does as he is told and waits a minute.

At least the boy can follow directions.

“Do you think he's cute?” he asks, before he looks.

“No, not really,” I lie.

Phillip rolls his eyes at me, glances over toward the green Polo and says, “Ah.” He nods his head up and down and frowns, “That is Matt Fuller. He's a senior and our Pledge Advisor.” He looks at me with squinty eyes and tries to read my mind. “He specifically asked me to interview you.”

“Really?” I smile way too big because now he totally knows I was lying about the cute part. “When? I'm pretty sure I'd remember him.” I look at Phillip quizzically.

“I don't remember exactly, but I think he saw me giving you a piggyback ride across campus.” Phillip shakes his head at me. “I really don't know why I let you get away with the stuff that you do.”

“Because I'm irresistible, Phillip,” I smile and shrug my shoulders. “You can't help yourself. Besides, you didn't go across campus, you only went about fifty feet before you pretended to have a heart attack from supporting my weight and collapsed on top of me in the grass.”

“Oh, yeah. I remember. I think you've gained some weight.”

I slug him in the shoulder.

He ignores it and continues, “Come to think of it, I think that's when Matt saw you.”

He gives me a big grin.

Like he just now remembered it.

“You probably didn't notice him because you were too busy rolling around on the grass with me.”

“I'm pretty sure I was trying to get you off me.”

“Well, it must've not looked that way to Matt because he asked if you were my girlfriend.”

“Oh, God. What story did you make up this time, Phillip?”

He smirks. “Oh, I just told him that even though you're madly in love with me, I don't want to be tied down, so we're just friends. Of course, what I should've said was Please, just take her, she's more trouble than she's worth.”

I give Phillip the finger.

Then I turn my back on him and stare over at Matt. I'm intrigued and excited by the fact that he wanted me interviewed. That means he's at least somewhat interested. Matt is really hot. I'm guessing him to be about 6'2” and he's built like an athlete. In good shape, but not too big. He has thick, wavy brown hair and I'm not sure if it's his authoritative stance or the crispness of his oxford, but he looks like he grew up with a rich daddy. I can picture him driving a little BMW to the club for golf and te

Not my typical rough around the edges guy. But hey, I'm at college to experience new things, right?

Phillip, who evidently has been successful at reading my mind again, says, “I really don't think you want any part of that, Princess. He has a playboy reputation and the rumors of his sexual prowess are of practically legendary proportions. All the pledges are in awe of him, or at least of the stories about him.”

“Everyone? Even you, Phillip?”

Phillip just shakes his head at me. I frustrate that boy, I think.

I smile though because I like what I'm hearing about this Matt. Hopefully it's not all hype. Maybe there is a bad boy under all that polish!

Phillip frowns, “Unfortunately, I think he has you in his sights. So be careful, or better yet, just try to avoid him.”

“Phillllllipp, I am not going to avoid him.” I glance up to see Matt looking my way again. This time, I catch his eye. I hold his stare for a second, smiling, until he looks away seemingly embarrassed.

Some playboy.

He is cute though. What the hell? He probably made up his own reputation just to impress the pledges.

I think what the hell has become my personal mantra. I may have T-shirts made up soon.

“Okay. Then at least stop giving him those eyes. You're making me sick.”

I ignore Phillip's eye comment. “I'm sure the rumors are exaggerated, and besides he's probably not that interested in me anyway. I bet he asked for lots of freshman to be interviewed. Plus he doesn't look like my type…”

“What? He's not an idiot?” Phillip interrupts, taking a cheap shot at my taste in guys.

I frown at him, put my hand on my hip and flash a little attitude. “You know what? Just for fun, I'll bet you five bucks, I can make him come over here now and talk to me.”

We'll test out some of my newly discovered powers of male persuasion.

“Really? And just how are you go

Like I can't.

Lets see, I have already smiled and given him the eye. (Apparently Katie and Lisa have taught me well.) Next step, make him worry that my availability is questionable.

I face Phillip and lean my body close to his. Really I pretty much just press the whole front of my body up against the front of his. I should probably mention, Phillip has an excellent body to be pressing up against.

“Well Phillip,” I whisper slowly into his ear, “I'm just going to whisper in your ear.”

“And rub up the front of me too?” he whispers back. “I think I'm liking this plan.”

“No, I'm not going to do that. I'm simply getting very close to you, telling you, I don't know, something very private.”

“Are you talking dirty to me?” He laughs and wraps his arms around me. That mind reading thing comes in handy sometimes because he totally understands my ruse.

“Yes, I am! So grin like you like what I'm saying.”

“Why don't you kiss my neck while you're there, just for good measure.”

“Good idea. You don't mind my using you, do you, Phillip?” I ask, as I put my lips onto his neck up by his ear.

I hear his breath catch.

I don't think he minds.

His neck smells really good. I love the way Phillip smells. All manly and musky and quite yummy. For a minute, I almost forget about that Matt guy.

“Not at all,” Phillip purrs, “although if it doesn't work really fast, I might be forced to drag you back to the dorm and have my way with you.”

I admit, I think it would be fun to let Phillip have his way with me, but we're just friends and we don't want to ruin that, so yeah.

I laugh and start to say, “Phil…” when he interrupts me.

“You're good,” Phillip says, surprised. “Here he comes.”

“Liar.” I don't even turn around because I'm sure he's teasing me. It couldn't have worked that fast.

But it must have because instead of answering me, Phillip switches me into one arm, leans around me and shakes Matt's hand. I turn around and am face to face with a Greek God.

He is even better looking up close. Because up close you can see he has these amazing emerald green eyes and a sexy five o'clock shadow.

“Matt Fuller,” Phillip says, introducing me. “This is my friend, Jadyn Reynolds.”

Matt holds out his hand to shake mine.

I put my hand in his, “It's nice to meet you.”

Matt shakes my hand then lowers his hand to his side, without letting mine go.

In fact, I don't think he has any intention of letting it go.

What is this boy up to?

He gazes at me with those smoldering green eyes and quickly gets rid of Phillip. “Hey Phillip, why don't you go get some beers. The lady's empty.” He clinks my empty bottle with his full one.

“Uh, sure,” Phillip says. He knows he is being dismissed, so when he gets behind Matt's back, he gives me a look that says remember the rules.