Chapter 2The Jock, The Catfish, and My Bed

That night, our other two roommates were out for a game.

In this dorm, I'm the outcast.

Ethan's casted leg was propped up on a stool.

Legs for days.

I sincerely admired them.

"Back?" He looked at me with those fierce eyes, tone flat.

I took off my T-shirt right in front of him, exposing my upper body.

The more he hates men, the more I want to gross him out.

"Yep." I threw the shirt on my chair, grabbed clean clothes, and headed to the shower.

As I walked past him, I felt his eyes on me. Or maybe it was an illusion.

I didn't care. I showered, came out in pajamas and boxers, humming a tune as I did laundry on the balcony.

What I didn't know was that Ethan leaned back, shifting his gaze to the balcony.

His eyes landed on my legs.

Straight, slender calves.

Moving up, slightly pink knees.

As I turned around after hanging the clothes, Ethan had already looked away.

He has deep, defined features. A quintessential handsome jock, just very cold and unapproachable.

I pouted.

Just wait until I make you cry.

Lying in bed with the curtains drawn, I started bombing him with messages.

[Annie: Hubby, miss you! Tonight I want to sleep on your abs!] [Annie: Oops, typo. Sleep on your ab photos!] [Annie: Licking the screen tonight, slurp slurp—]

He video called immediately. It was on silent, so I hung up.

[Annie: Sob sob, roommates are here, can't pick up babe~]

[Hubby: The package arrives tomorrow.]

Meaning he wants to see the leg pics tomorrow.

I hmphed softly. I seriously suspect Ethan has a leg fetish.

No, he's just a perv.

Lots of people like him, guys and girls. If I wasn't bold enough, I might not have hooked him.

It just proves that even handsome guys can't resist temptation. Heh! Men.

I thought for a moment, turned on my desk lamp, and pulled out a slip dress I had used before from my storage bin. I put it over my legs.

I reached out a hand, slender and bony, and grabbed the fabric at my thigh, then released it.

I added a filter to the three-second video and sent it.

[Annie: What do I do? My hand is out of control, wants to grab Hubby's ab~s~]

"F*ck!"

I heard a low growl from Ethan's bed.

I was overjoyed.

I collapsed on my bed laughing. To keep quiet, my legs, wrapped in the dress, kicked in the air like a fish out of water.

The next day, I picked up the package from the neighboring university. I was sweating, so I rented a cheap hourly hotel room.

I opened the box.

Wow.

It was a milky white, tiered princess dress. Hemline above the knee.

It had a slight sheen, good quality. Would I actually look like a princess in this?

I laughed at myself.

But I have to say, the size was a tight fit. I almost couldn't zip it up. My waist looked snatched.

Snatched? I could barely breathe.

Someone knocked. I opened the door. It was my friend, Sarah.

Seeing me, she gasped. "Holy sh*t..."

"Cut the crap, take photos."

She brought a wig. I let her put it on me and do some light makeup.

Back view, side profile, body shots. With some editing, a long-haired beauty appeared. Even my mom wouldn't recognize me.

Sarah was drooling. "Boohoo, Luca, you're too beautiful."

I waved my hand. "Average, average. Come on, Daddy will take some pics of you."

I took some nice shots of Sarah too.