Page 13 of Heartless Sinner

It was the first time I’d seen her since she’d spent the weekend with Enzo. The two basically hibernated in his dorm now.

“Maybe Brooks wasn’t serious,” Blair said as I sat in my sleep alcove, still in my silk pajamas and only half awake.

“He was one hundred percent serious.” I scratched at my tender scalp. It’d taken half a bottle of conditioner to get Brooks’s gum out of my hair.

He’d pay for that.

“I know that man-whore like the back of my hand,” I added.

“But you hate him …”

“Exactly. When a man threatens to ruin your life every five minutes, you learn every detail about him. Babes, haven’t you read The Art of War?”

“No, but why am I not surprised you have?”

“Read it. Studied it. Took notes. Listened to the audiobook.”

Blair sat at the vanity, fixing a black ribbon around her ponytail. Our eyes met in the mirror.

“I’m sorry,” she said.

“For what?”

“Not having better advice. I wasn’t exactly successful at the whole getting out of being a Fawn thing. Enzo won.”

“Actually …” I scooted to the edge of the bed. “Now that you’re his Fawn, we can use that to our advantage.”

She turned toward me, eyebrow raised.

“Enzo is Brooks’s best friend.”

She raised the other brow, still not catching my drift.

“It’s the power of the vagina.”

She laughed. “The power of the vagina?”

“Next time you’re having sex, stop right before Enzo comes and tell him he doesn’t get to orgasm again until Brooks leaves me alone.” I shrugged. “Easy-peasy.”

“Easy-peasy? No orgasm for him means no orgasm for me.”

I gasped, hand flying to my chest. “As your best friend, am I not worth the sacrifice of an orgasm?”

She sighed dramatically. “Fine. Only because I love you. But I’m making no promises. You know Enzo always gets what he wants.”

“Those fucking Sons.”

“Pains in our asses.”

“I’m creating my own secret society.”

“As long as there are snacks, I’m in.”

“Instead of underground tunnels, we’ll meet at spas. Instead of Fawns, we’ll call our chosen guys …” I tapped my lip, thinking. “Our pets.”

“Love that for us.” She grinned. “But until then, we need to get to class before we’re late. We can plan that first club meeting after.”

“Boo!” I grabbed my pillow and tossed it at her. “I’m world-building over here. Call me George R.R. Martin.”