Max adjusted the cardboard box against his hip as the elevator doors slid open on the eighth floor of the dorms. A few students already in the hallway glanced over, snickering at the way he staggered under the weight. One broad-shouldered jock in a hoodie muttered, “Wow, smooth,” as Max nearly clipped the wall.

“You got this, Max,” he whispered to himself, cheeks burning. Fresh start. Time to grow some balls.

Room 808. He pushed the door open with his shoulder and froze.

An absolute knockout was bent over a half-unpacked box, blonde hair cascading down her back, ass perfect in tight jeans, maroon top riding up just enough to flash a strip of smooth skin. She straightened, turned, and fixed him with bright blue eyes that looked suspiciously like they belonged on a magazine cover.

Max’s brain short-circuited. “Oh fuck! Sorry, I must be in the wrong room!”

She smiled, slow and knowing, and walked right up to him. Before he could back away she hooked a manicured finger under the lanyard around his neck and flipped his student ID.

“No you’re not. I’m Chloe, and you’re Max, huh?” Her voice was soft, teasing. “Management messed up and roomed us together.” She leaned in until her perfume, something sweet and dangerous, filled his head. “But if you don’t tell anyone, I won’t tell.”

Max dropped his bag with a thud. “Chloe. Nice to meet you. I will totally respect your space and...”

“Don’t be silly. We’re roomies now.” She spun on her heel, hopped onto the nearer bed, and crossed her legs. “I can introduce you to so many girls from the sorority, and think of all the fun you and I can have in our room, Maxxy.” She twirled a strand of golden hair around her finger, eyes half-lidded. “By the way, I shower with the door open. Guess you hit the lottery, right, big boy?”

Max’s throat went dry. “I do have a fake ID. I can buy us any drinks you’d want.”

Chloe laughed, bright and musical, then stood in one fluid motion. “Funny you say that, Max. I have a fake ID too. You’re looking at it right now.”

He blinked. “Chloe, I don’t see your fake ID. I don’t understand.”

She stepped closer until her breasts brushed his chest. “Oh, Maxxy.”

The laugh that came out of her mouth was suddenly deeper. Male. “She’s …