“Can I get you a drink,” he asked, but it was more of a statement. His tone had sounded as if I had been standing here waiting on him to bring me a drink. His smirk wasn’t amusement at me but because he was arrogant. He knew he was … stunning. His eyes were unique, his skin a nice tan color, and his hair was dark, much like my own; however, it was just long enough to tuck behind his ears; yet, it was tousled in that just got out of bed look. I knew how that must drive girls’ crazy, making them wish it was their bed he had visited. Unfortunately for him, I was immune to beauty. I knew all too well how empty it could be.

“No thank you,” I replied, trying not to let my annoyance at his confidence show. It wasn’t that I was against self-assured guys. People should be comfortable in their own skin. It was just the guys who thought their appearance was enough. Outward beauty was never enough and nothing I desired.

“I’ve not seen you around campus,” he said, unaffected by my obvious disinterest in his looks.

“Delvaux is a large campus,” I replied. It was also founded by my father’s great-great-grandfather, and one I didn’t get to attend, but he didn’t need to know all that.

He smirked again. He had to know he looked good doing it. It must be his go-to when reeling in the women. “It’s big, but you would stand out. If we had crossed paths, I’d have noticed.”

Smooth, but he was wasting it on me. I was sure there were twenty females in here who would simper and melt. He needed to take this talent elsewhere.

“Cat, you’re here and you’ve met Rathe.” Heath’s voice was a relief. The only guy I wanted to talk to in this place had come to my rescue. I glanced to my left to see Heath had come up beside me. The tight smile on his normally easy-going face intrigued me. He didn’t appear to like Mr. Romeo, and Heath liked everyone.

“Cat,” the guy Heath had called Rathe repeated my name. The way his voice made the simple three letters sound sexy was impressive. He was talented in the art of luring females in. I’d give him that. He just needed to steer clear of me. I wasn’t a female he wanted to lure. He had no idea what he was attempting to do. Not that I’d fall for his charm, but he was still playing with fire. I could warn him that he was wasting his time, but that always made men want to try even harder. My repel charm would hit him soon enough. It always took a few minutes longer for the more determined ones to yield to it.