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*** Author Challenge *** Road to Perdition (NA/sports romance for Curvy fans) Rachels POV “Excuse me, sorry. So sorry. Pardon me.” I wince and apologize trying to move out of people’s way, but when you have to lead with your boobs and your ass follows there’s not much choice. I squish against the wall turning my cheek that scraps against the dingiest and what I swear is actually sticky wallpaper. How does wallpaper even… never mind, I’m sure the answer will only freak me out more. Bile rises in my throat and I push the thoughts down. God, I need a shower after this, feeling the germs crawl over me with no sterile sanitizer in sight. I manage to reach the kitchen and get in line for the punch bowl only to find it empty. Shit, not even a rotten soaked piece of fruit is left in the ‘panty dropping drunk punch.’ Hoping Lana won’t really care, I decide if I at least bring her back some beer from the keg she’ll be happy. Luckily the keg looks relatively undisturbed so I sidestep over to it and grab the nozzle contraption. I look around and anyone even close to me is busy in conversation and walking out toward the outside deck of the frat house, ignoring my helpless stare. I’ve never actually poured anything from a keg before. Damn. I look around again but there’s not a single person here to help me now. Not even a pledge, whose job is to serve the upperclassmen in hopes he’ll be initiated. Ugh. Good help is apparently hard to find even in a shithole like this. Well, here goes nothing and nothing is exactly what happens. “Shit.” Mutters from my lips and a darkly tanned hand cover my own gently. I feel the rough callouses under his palm and I get goose bumps shooting up my arm. “Easy, kitty cat.” His hand casually roams up my arm stalling me into speechlessness. “This one can be a little tricky.” I glance up to see a finely shaped jawline smiling sympathetically and inky black hair casually falling over his brow. Oliver Road’s to be precise. My breathing hitches and stops, I’m frozen by his touch and captive standing there like an idiot. M.C. Cerny due out Fall 2015
Posted on: Fri, 02 Jan 2015 02:05:23 +0000

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