Lianne smiled like a cat. “You know where to find me.”
We went back into Bella’s room, where she threw my notebook on the floor and lay down on the bed on her stomach. I’d come up here to work on our Urban Studies project, but now there were more important things to discuss.
“Are you going to have her take the picture down?”
“I’m not sure,” she said, hugging a pillow under her arms.
Moving a stack of books off her desk chair, I made room for my ass. Bella looked far too sexy on that bed for me to get anywhere near her.
“I want that picture down, but I need to think it over.”
“Because you’re worried about retaliation?”
She shook her head. “Not really. I’m pretty sure that the boys of Beta Rho have short little attention spans. They’ll probably just move on to the next victim. But that bothers me, too.”
“Are you thinking about reporting them?” I tried not to sound too eager, but I wanted that fucker to pay. Whoever he was.
“Nope. But that doesn’t mean I’m going to let it go. I definitely want revenge.”
That didn’t sound good. “What kind? You told me that you were a fan of revenge. It was the night that I found out Alison…” I cleared my throat instead of finishing that sentence. The night that I found out Alison cheated, and then we stripped each other and went at it like horny rabbits.
Nice. I had to go and dredge that up. “What kind of revenge?” I asked again, moving the conversation along.
“That’s the thing,” she said slowly. “I haven’t hit on the right solution yet. I want to humiliate him.”
I would have asked “who?” if I thought she’d fall for it. “Humiliation, huh? You could ask Lianne to redirect the Brodacious website. Instead of their web content, you’d end up…” I thought about it for a second. “…on a porno, with frat boys getting spanked by a dominatrix.”
Bella began to chuckle. “‘Please, mistress. May I have another?’ I knew I liked you, Rafe. And you know why that’s a great idea? Because there’d be no way to know which of their many enemies pulled it off. There must be plenty of girls who hate Beta Rho.”
“And rival frats.”
She turned one cheek to the pillow and looked up at me. “The thing is, I want my revenge to be more personal. I want them to look ridiculous, and not just because the website didn’t go where it was supposed to. I’ve been trying to figure out how to catch them in the act of doing something stupid.”
“That sounds tricky.”
“Yes and no. The number of stupid things they do in a week probably helps my odds.” She stretched, arching her back, and I found myself admiring her butt. Which was not what I’d come upstairs to do. “I have a couple ideas. I’ve been doing some thinking.”
“Feel like sharing?”
Bella grinned. “Nope. You’d just try to talk me out of them.”
Fantástico. “So.” I cleared my throat. “Have you thought about what foodie business we want in our new commercial development?”
“Nope!” Bella said cheerfully. “I’ve been working on a paper for this women’s studies course I’m taking. It’s kicking my ass.”
Women’s studies. That sounded like what lonely guys do on freshman on move-in day. “Can’t say that I know what those classes are about. Though the topic sounds like something I’d like.” Yeah. I should really just shut up now.
“It’s politics and culture, from the feminist perspective. And I thought I’d really love it, you know? I’m interested in empowering females.”
“Sure. But you don’t like the class?”
Bella bent her knees, lifting her toes into the air — a move that immediately yanked her long legs into the center of my consciousness. My stupid brain decided to flash back to the time when I was lying on top of her in that bed, with those legs wrapped around me…
I mentally slapped myself and tried to focus on what Bella was saying. “Have you been going to class?” I asked, wondering if she’d give me a straight answer.
“That one, yeah. I figure even if I’m having trouble looking half the campus in the eye, a women’s studies lecture should be no problem, right? Since the basic premise is that men have been fucking up the world for women since the beginning of time.”
“Um…” I chuckled. “Not all of them.”
Bella waved a dismissive hand. “Fine. But we’re reading about institutionalized sexism, and wage inequality. That kind of thing.”