Enamor (Hearts of Stone #3) (9 page)

Julia

T
HIS
ISN
'
T
GOING
AWAY
. Moving isn't going to make it disappear. I know that. I've always known that. I just thought I had more time before I'd have to face it.

Lex's office might as well be a broom closet. It's a windowless room with a tiny desk and a filing cabinet. I sit in the visitor's chair, staring up at the schedules and memos pinned to the corkboard on the wall. Shame rolls up and down my body, from my head right down my spine and up again. It's thick and cold and makes me feel so damn small.

Lex walks in after a few minutes. But instead of going behind her desk, she kneels down beside my chair until I have no choice but to look into her insanely intense eyes.

"What happened?" she asks.
 

My throat is a bottleneck, unable to handle the demand of the words wanting to burst out of me. I don't make a single sound, despite opening my mouth.

"Was that you? In the video?" Her tone is careful, soft, even.

I swallow, not wanting to talk to her of all people about it, but not seeing any other choice. "Yeah."

"And one of those guys was the one in the video?"

"No. It was my ex-boyfriend in the video." I know what she's wondering, so I head her off, my sights fixed on my hands as I pick at my fingernails, like a child avoiding eye contact. "I didn't know he recorded us."

"Was the sex consensual?"

I nod.

"Let me guess, he sent the recording around to friends?"

"Worse. He uploaded it to a revenge site. It's all about guys burning their exes. Embarrassing them."

"That can't be legal. Have you tried getting it taken down?"

I take a breath. "Yeah, I've tried with no luck. I thought I could handle it on my own but then my parents found out…someone sent them the link."

"Jesus…" Lex runs a finger over her eyebrow, clearly not sure how to proceed.
 

My eyes burn again at the thought of the way my parents confronted me. Disgusted, accusatory, and demanding I come clean about my part in it. They didn't believe that I didn't know he was recording us.
 

You sure seemed like you were enjoying yourself
, my father said, a sickened expression on his face.

 
I nearly threw up right there.
 

Congratulations
, he told me,
you've just thrown out your entire future and any chance of ever being respected
.

"You need to get a lawyer, Julia."

I nod. I've known this all along.

Lex places a hand on the side of my face, lifting my chin to meet her eyes. "Hey, fuck them. You hear me? You did nothing wrong. You sitting here and feeling ashamed? It's bullshit. You intended to have sex in private and someone you trusted violated that privacy. Men love sex, but then love to shame women who also love sex. Don't buy into that. There was nothing degrading about what you did. You know who should feel disgusting? The petty, low, people feeding on the scandal of someone's private moments being exposed for revenge. But you? You have absolutely no reason to glance down, you hear me? You hold your head up, girl."

I smile a weak smile, because her words weave tendrils of steel through my spine that make it possible for me to sit myself up in the chair. She's wise in a way people our age are usually not. And I wonder what life's put her through to sharpen her to that level.

"I need to get back to work," I say, regardless of the awful feeling crawling all over my skin. "We're slammed."

"I had someone cover for you."

Lex gets up and heads over to a box, opening it and retrieving a brand new bottle of tequila.
 

"Sometimes bottles break during shipment."
 

"
Huh
?"

Her meaning is lost on me, until I see her pour some into a coffee mug.

 
"Here. Hard liquor isn't my thing, but I've heard times like these call for it."

I hesitate to take the mug from her outstretched hand. After all, she's technically my supervisor and I'm sitting in her office during work hours. She smiles then takes a sip, before swallowing and coughing a few times.
 

"It's disgusting. You should have some."

I laugh then take the mug and allow the burn of alcohol to run down my chest. It doesn't make me feel better, exactly, but it doesn't make me feel worse, either. The gesture is really what warms me, the fact that Lex is showing me a side of her I've never seen before.

"You stay in here until you're ready to go home," she says. Then she gets up and starts toward the door, but stops to turn to me. "Oh…and those guys? I kicked them out, but not before a glass of beer spilled all over that one guy's phone. It was a freak accident."
 

A low laugh rips through me.

"Thank you," I say, though the words feel cheap and insufficient.

"No worries."
 

She closes the door behind her and only then does it occur to me that the person she got to cover my shift is herself. Gratitude floods me in a deep way, washing away a lot of the other stuff I've been feeling. It fills me with a new perspective, the way only gratitude can. And with that, comes a surge of courage.

Tonight's been a wake up call. It's time to do what I've been dreading. I need to talk to my uncle about this. He offered me help while I lived with him, his legal services free of charge. But I was too embarrassed to even look him in the eye long enough to really discuss it. I thought I'd find another way, after classes were over and I had more time to think.
 

But I don't have time on this issue. My embarrassment to face the situation has been my greatest enemy. I have to confront what happened or it's going to follow me around for the rest of my life.

Grabbing my cellphone, I start a call to my uncle. After several long seconds of ringing, it goes to voicemail. "You've reached Antonio Romano, please leave your message after the beep."

Two or three full seconds pass before I gather the courage to start talking.
 

"Uncle Antonio, it's me. Julia. I hope you're doing well. Thanks again for helping me move in. You left your tool bag behind. Anyway—" I close my fingers over the hem of my shirt to steady them. "I'm calling because you were right about what you said a few weeks ago. I need help with the Andrew situation. I don't know how to make it go away. I just…" I throw my head back and blink at the ceiling. "I need to talk to you, but I need to know that this will stay between us because I don't want—"

A long beep cuts me off. The message has reached its limit. I hang up and let my hand fall to my lap. I take a long, deep breath, the weight on my chest shifting a fraction. Confronting discomfort is giving me strength, in a world where perfect strangers can render me powerless.

CHAPTER TEN

Giles

T
HERE
ARE
OVER
TWENTY
people in the house at the moment. For a place this size, that's enough to make the simple act of walking across the living room a show of bumping strangers and accidental body grazing. I'm staying put, leaning against the archway to the hall. The music blaring from the other end of the living room is contagious and most of the females are moving to its rhythm in one way or another. Skirts and dresses are riding up thighs.

Obnoxious laughter rises from the living room area on my right, where a few Chi Omega girls fall over each other in laughter. Ava's with them. She used to be in their sorority before her work demands forced her to drop out.

Luke comes up on my right. At first he just leans on the wall next to me, staring out to the party crowd, then he says, "Am I seeing things? Or is that the hot Latina chick that bit my head off a while back?"

How'd I miss her? Julia must have come in from work at some point. I thought I'd catch her going past me to reach the hall to her room, but instead she's settling on the couch beside the group of sorority girls, facing away from us. I haven't seen her at all since this morning, when I walked in on her naked. Her sleek black hair's pulled over to one side, and as she reaches for her water bottle on the table beside her, her shirt falls over her shoulder.
 

Fuck those shirts.
 

They make the neck hole too big on purpose.
 

Most of the women here aren't leaving much to the imagination as far as their clothes are concerned. It certainly makes for a beautiful view. But Julia? She's wearing a simple, wide-neck shirt and blue jeans, by far showing the least amount of skin. Though I can tell she doesn't intend to radiate sex, she's one of those women who just can't hide it no matter how hard she tries.

"You didn't tell me you knew her," Luke says, his attention still glued on Julia.
 

I can't tear my eyes away, either. She gets up to grab some chips from the table and the way her jeans hug her ass during her short walk is enough to make me forget where I'm standing.
 

"I do now," I say. "She's my new roommate."

"Your new—what? You've been holding out on me, man. How long?"

"She moved in a week ago."
 

"No." Luke waves a hand, impatient. "I mean, how long have you been hitting that?"

"We're not messing around."

I know she can't hear us, but she must sense our stare because she glances over her shoulder at me. Her face instantly arranges into a menacing glare that tells me she's still pissed. She turns away, then a few seconds later looks back and catches me still watching her. Shaking her head, and coming to some conclusion, she gets to her feet and heads in my direction. The sparks shooting out of her eyes don't concern me. She's a little thing, what's she going to do? Kick me in my shin?

Luke stands straighter and says, "What the fuck are you waiting for?"

She's still far enough away that I can answer Luke's question. "She's not like that. She's not the hooking up type."

I say it more because I need Luke to believe it. I need him to stop looking at her the way he is right now. His thoughts are so loud I can almost see them flipping past my head. I know what he's thinking, because I'm thinking it, too. Except the images I conjure are more vivid. I know exactly what's beneath her casual clothes, what her breasts would look like cupped in my hands. I can almost conjure up what her skin would smell like. Taste like.
 

"Hi there, beautiful." Luke's tone drips in shamelessness. "Remember me?"

She eyes him for a few seconds, sizing him up. I want to laugh. She hates pet names. I've tried a few on her over the past week, just to see which one bugs her the most.
Sweetheart
seems to do it.
 

Beside me, Luke's phone pings. He pulls it out and immediately starts typing out a text. "Good luck with that, bro," he mumbles, before walking off.

I don't need luck.

Julia fixes her attention squarely on me. Hands on her hips, exotic features set in a defiant expression, she hisses, "Stop looking at me like that."

"Like what?"

She pokes me in the chest. "Stop looking at me like I'm naked."

"It's hard not to, the image is burned into my skull. Awful, really. I might need therapy."

She almost laughs, like she forgot for just a fraction of a second that she's supposed to be angry. It's not the first time she's done that. I'm not complaining, though, I like that she's intent on holding on to that anger. I like her best when she's all fired up.

"Find a way to get it out of your perverted head."

"There's only one way."
 

"What's that?"

"I have to take you for a ride."

Her draw drops. "You're unbelievable."

"Seriously. We need to just screw and get it over with. Ava doesn't have to know. It's the only way I can get the image of you naked out of my head."
 

 
Julia's got the type of body I could easily whip around and bend into a dozen different positions. Those long legs would look great pulled over my shoulders, or wrapped around my back, or…