Sebastian 'Bash' Walker is a partying Good-Time bloke who landed a full ride scholarship from out of The Bush of the outback in Australia to Magnolia Falls University. Magnolia Falls is located in Cajun Country, Louisiana USA where the food is hot...
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It's bloody hot out today. And that's saying something 'cause I'm keen on the heat. I didn't even bother with a shirt either. The air cooled my skin as I rode my motorcycle, but now that I'm parking, all I want is to drink a cold one and sit in the water.
I park my bike and kick the kickstand down with my heel, and ditch the helmet, running my hands quickly through my damp hair. I stand from the bike and hang the helmet from the handles.
When I look up, fucking Aspen is headed straight for me, looking hot as fuck in tight little blue number.
My eyes zone in immediately on her curves, the sight of her tits bouncing with her quick strides has my cock twitching. Not until I stop with the highly inappropriate gaping and my eyes lift to her beautiful face, do I realize she's fuming as she stomps closer.
The daggers she's sending with her eyes tell me I'm in heaps of trouble.
"I need to talk to you." She demands, pointing an accusatory finger at me, whilst I see Jared jogging up behind her looking frantic.
Oh, fuck me, what's happened?
"Right-o, what's goin' on, girly?" I say, hoping to fucking God she hasn't found out the truth.
"You need to tell me if or if not you took Foxy to your room that night."
Fucking shit!
I glance at Jared who begins to speak but Aspen spins nearly colliding with him, "Do not speak for him! I need to hear his answer without your leading comments." She barks at him. Just as quickly as she had snapped at him, she's back glaring at me with those fucking eyes that make it like I've downed a shot of truth serum.
"Honestly, I don't remember that night."
Her nostrils flare and her two-toned eyes dilate to pin needles, suddenly her hands shove against my chest, rather hard I might add, and I trip back against my bike catching myself on it. "Oi! Calm down, fucking hell, you don't need to start that shit."
"Tell me the truth!" She glares at me. "Did you or did you not take Foxy to your room to have sex with that night?"
I can't help a long exhale leave my lips. The moment it happens she and I both know it's equal to an admission.
"I've already called Detective O'Neil. He knows you all are lying to me."
"I was afraid to tell you. I know what it would look like to you. But you have to understand going up the stairs becomes fuzzy then the second I get into my room, I don't remember a Goddamn thing." I explain quickly, knowing it's now certain I'm back on O'Neil's radar-- if I ever fucking left it in the first place.
"I couldn't tell you-- Do you know what that looks like? You'd think I'd done it if you knew I took her up to my room."
"It looks like you've done it 'cause you're lying!"
