Total pages in book: 177
Estimated words: 163387 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 817(@200wpm)___ 654(@250wpm)___ 545(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 163387 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 817(@200wpm)___ 654(@250wpm)___ 545(@300wpm)
I had literally one day to pull everything together. I had no theme, no real idea about anything anyway. Cody got one of his guys to take care of the music, which, apart from the food, was the biggest concern since we already had a venue. But it was Alexis who streamlined everything and made it so much easier.
Her idea to turn it into a Greek party sent me running around early late Friday night looking for what was needed. The closest Greek restaurant was half an hour away, but when I offered to pay extremely well for the last-minute order, they were more than helpful, and what do you know? An electric Gyro machine costs a pittance and can be delivered the same day from the Zon.
I wasn’t sure what to serve in place of alcohol since it’s not allowed in the sorority house. But some of the girls talked to some of their guys, and what do you know, my little get-together soon turned into a conjoined sorority frat party that seemed to grow wings and fly completely out of my control.
Susie wasn’t around for the earlier part of the day while we were getting things set up; she was busy getting ready for her party, which was for the best because there was no way to hide the fact that there was something going on. Since the food wasn’t coming until later, all that was left to hide were the decorations which the girls explained away as some sort of theme night for those who weren’t attending her do and is something they do regularly, apparently.
It’s good that she never really paid any interest in her surroundings other than the prestige it afforded her to be a sister because even the blind could see that there was more going on. When she pressed a little, I was told that the girls claimed the boys were the ones having a bash or some such thing, and they were just helping out.
By then, I was long gone, having been dragged off by Cody, who was looking a bit green around the gills from all the guys who were around me. He’s so adorable; I don’t know why he should care. He’s got a license plate that announces to the world who I belong to, but Cody is Cody after all, and this new possessive side of him is the best yet as far as I’m concerned.
I knew he was protective before, but ever since we did the deed, it’s like he’d regressed back to his caveman DNA. According to Jess, I put the good-good on him, and he’s lost his mind. That girl and her word choices never cease to amaze me.
Now, just a few minutes after he’d staked his claim by marking me (I got my very first hickey), he was no longer acting like an angry bear. I don’t know how many times I heard ‘you’re not doing this ever again’ since I opened my eyes this morning.
Now he’s like a proud father walking around making sure everything was the way it was supposed to be, which he would know more about than me for sure. But so far, things seemed to be going nicely, and with all the helping hands, I didn’t feel as stressed as I’d expected the night to be when my small little makeup party turned into the bash of the century.
You’d think with such short notice, they’d be fewer people gathered outside and milling around the house, but there was barely enough room to move around, and outside wasn’t much better, with the crowd growing every time I looked out the window. It was a far cry from the soiree since I didn’t have to play hostess; it was every man for himself. I just had to make sure the food and drinks stayed full, which was a job in itself.
The gyro station was the big draw for the guys, while the sisters gravitated to the mezze platters, with pita, hummus, tabbouleh, stuffed grape leaves, and dates wrapped in thinly sliced bacon. The heaviest meal was the kebabs which the restaurant was kind enough to prepare and deliver for the guys to grill as ordered, and the biggest Greek salad I’ve ever seen.
Somehow the party had taken over the whole street, with music blasting and people floating around between the houses to get their food and alcohol fix. I’d footed the bill for the ouzo and Jägermeister along with the million kegs of beer for the guys and the wine coolers the ladies wanted, and that crap cost more than the food, but whatever. It wasn’t going to waste, that’s for sure.
It took two hours for the party to be in full swing, and I didn’t know half the people there; I’d lost the plot. There were people coming and going, most of them stopping long enough to say thanks, and that’s about all because the sentinel standing next to me got a look on his face whenever it was a male doing the thanking.