Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 75734 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 379(@200wpm)___ 303(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75734 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 379(@200wpm)___ 303(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
“She’s going to hate you,” Trev said, drawing my attention back to him. He handed me a glass with ice and club soda.
“Who?” I asked, taking it from him.
“Declan Delamore,” he replied, grinning as he took a drink of the dark liquid in his glass.
I recognized the smell of whiskey. When my father had had a good week, he’d splurge on a bottle of cheap whiskey.
“Why is she going to hate me?” I asked him.
“Because you’re gorgeous and living in Saxon’s house. Right down the hallway.” He shrugged. “Granted, Saxon has never once cheated on her in the year they’ve officially been together. But she’ll still see you as competition.”
I took a drink of my soda. “Has she looked in the mirror?” I asked, thinking that her being jealous of me was ridiculous.
“Have you?” Trev asked me.
I rolled my eyes. He was flirting, and he would continue to until some other girl came along who welcomed his advances. I knew the drill. Soon, I would be sipping this drink in a corner, hiding from the action.
“I’ve not been introduced.” A guy slightly shorter than Trev with a slimmer build and sandy-blond curls and friendly brown eyes stood in front of us.
“Oliver, this is Maddy, my new friend,” Trev replied, then leaned down to whisper loudly, “Maddy, this is Oliver. He’s brilliant, he goes to Harvard, and he’s terribly boring.”
Oliver looked amused. “I’d say that, one day, you will be working for me, but we’d both know it was a joke.”
Trev laughed.
“Trev won’t be working for anyone. When you’re royalty, you don’t need a job,” a redhead with nothing but tiny black bikini bottoms on and perfectly smooth, pale skin said as she sauntered up to us, then wrapped her arms around Trev’s body. Her bare chest was pressed against him, and I felt uncomfortable, as if I were watching something that I wasn’t supposed to see. “Swim with me,” she said, batting her long, thick, dark lashes up at him.
Trev gave her a crooked grin. “Ah, I would—and I will—but at the moment, I have a new friend I can’t abandon.”
She cut her cat-green eyes at me and quickly took in my face and body. “She looks more like Oliver’s type. You know, boring.”
“Tsk-tsk, kitty,” Trev said, affectionately tucking some of her hair behind her ear. “Be nice.”
“I’ll keep Maddy company while you go swim. It will give us a chance to bore each other,” Oliver offered, his voice amused instead of insulted.
Trev frowned in Oliver’s direction, as if he had said something distasteful.
“That’s sweet of you, Ollie,” the girl said and ran a long red nail over his jawline. “You’re always so nice to everyone.” She drew out the last word and shot a triumphant smile back at me.
If she thought she was winning something by taking Trev away from me, she was way off course. Oliver seemed like an easier person to talk to anyway. I’d never met anyone who went to an Ivy League school. I was curious about it.
“I think I’ll stay here with Maddy for now,” Trev replied.
“Chanel!” another topless girl in the water, who was perched on a guy’s shoulders, called out, and the redhead turned to look toward her. “Come play!”
The redhead, who I assumed was Chanel, gave Trev one last pouty glance. “Come find me once you have her all … settled in.” She walked away as if every eye at the party was on her. If they were male, there was a good chance she was right.
“Always so pleasant,” Oliver said in such a sarcastic tone that I had to smile.
I would have enjoyed Oliver’s company just fine.
“You think that’s funny?” Trev asked, and I looked up at him to see he was grinning at me.
I lifted a shoulder. “A little.”
“Ollie is a regular ol’ comedian,” he agreed, then winked.
“Trev!” another female voice called out, and he sighed, then reached for my arm.
“Sorry, Ollie, my man, but we got somewhere to be,” he said, then pulled me behind him as he walked past the bar and toward another house. A regular-sized house that was hidden just around the corner.
“Who lives here?” I asked, surprised that there was a house so close to theirs. It seemed odd.
Trev glanced back at me. “Where?” he asked.
I pointed at the house we were walking toward.
“The pool house? No one lives there. It’s a pool house.”
I stopped walking and looked at the house closer. “This?” I asked him.
“Positive,” he replied with a soft chuckle.
“Trev,” I said, putting a hand on my hip as I continued staring at the house, “why would anyone need a pool house this big? If no one lives in it, what is the point?”
“Hell, I don’t know. What do you mean? It’s a pool house.”
I realized no matter how I phrased this, Trev would not understand what I was asking. I turned my gaze back to his. “Why are we going to the pool house?” I asked him.