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    â€œNice to meet you.” I shook his hand. His grip was strong, and I noticed the veins bulging in his forearms.
    â€œWelcome to Polk and the Alhambra.” He let go of my hand and scrutinized my face. “You’re here for college?”
    I nodded and opened my door. “Yeah. Can I get you a drink or something?”
    â€œNo, I’m not thirsty, but thanks.” He grinned at me. “But I do want to see the inside of your apartment.” He winked. “Jeff and I saw the furniture being delivered yesterday. You have excellent taste.”
    â€œJeff?”
    â€œMy boyfriend.”
    My heart sank. Of course he has a boyfriend, I told myself as I beckoned him to follow me inside. Gorgeous guys like him are undoubtedly all taken. “Does he live with you?” I asked as I went into the kitchen and opened a can of Coke.
    Blair walked into the living room and whistled. “This is really nice.” He plopped down on the couch. He looked at the painting hanging over the wide-screen TV and whistled again. “Is that a Lindsey Smolensky?” He looked at me, his head cocked to one side and his eyes narrowed just a fraction. “Those are worth a fortune. My dad has a few at his place in Palm Springs.”
    â€œJust a print,” I lied, cursing at myself. So much for just being another college student! I made a mental note to have the painting shipped back home.
    â€œOh, come on, now, don’t bullshit a bullshitter.” He crossed his legs, exposing the bulge in his blue bikini. I tried not to stare. “For one thing, this place ain’t cheap, Jordy. Neither is any of this furniture.” He gave me a wink. “Don’t worry—there aren’t many students living here, and any student you might have over wouldn’t know the difference between that painting and something you bought at a gas station.” He narrowed his eyes. “I gather you don’t want anyone to know you have money?” He grinned. “Hey, it’s okay, really. I know the feeling. My parents are Steve Blanchard and Nicole Blair.”
    It was my turn to goggle at him. “Seriously?” They were two of the biggest film stars in the world. Even at St. Bernard, where the faculty disdained popular culture, I’d heard of them. I’d never seen any of their films, but it was almost impossible to go on the Internet and not run across a photo of one or the other. I could actually see the resemblance to both of them in his face.
    He threw his head back and laughed. “Yes, seriously. So I know where you’re coming from, right? You don’t want people to like you because you have money, right? You want them to like you for you.”
    I nodded.
    He shrugged. “Cute. Me, I don’t care why people like me as long as they like me.” He made a gesture with his hand. “Then again, only someone with the most pedestrian of tastes wouldn’t like me.” He grinned, blinking his eyes rapidly.
    I laughed. There’d been no one like Blair at St. Bernard.
    Blair got up and walked over to the door to my balcony. He unlocked it and pulled it open. “Ah, you’re lucky—you’ve got a pool view.” I was just about to say something about the gorgeous hunk at the pool when Blair screamed, “JEFF! JEFF!”
    I walked out on the balcony just as the hunk in the white bikini got up from the lounge chair and looked, shielding his eyes.
    â€œNEW NEIGHBOR!” Blair shouted, gesturing at me with his arms, and then waved for him to come over.
    â€œThat’s your boyfriend?” I managed to stutter out as I watched the god in the white bikini gather up his stuff and start shuffling toward us across the parking lot.
    â€œTongue back in your mouth, young one.” Blair shook his head at me. “Yes, that’s my boyfriend, Jeff Morgan, he of the godlike body that stops traffic, makes pussies drip, and gets gay men hard