Total pages in book: 49
Estimated words: 46095 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 230(@200wpm)___ 184(@250wpm)___ 154(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 46095 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 230(@200wpm)___ 184(@250wpm)___ 154(@300wpm)
“I’m being serious.”
Her smile faded, and her brows arched high.
“Are you shitting me? The Professor Jameson? Nolan Jameson, hottie business professor extraordinaire?”
I nodded quietly. “Yeah.”
Kenzie whistled. “Hooooly shit, girl. I’m going to need details on you playing sleepover with our sexy professor ASAP.”
“Okay, it’s not like that.”
…It kind of was.
“Look, I was staying with Matt, just for a little bit. But he got super creepy about it and it all came to a head at Rory’s the other night at that costume party thing they had. He pushed me around outside, and Nolan happened to be there to take me out of the situation.”
I kinda left out the part about having the best sex of my life with him in the bathroom.
“Nolan was there, huh?” Kenzie gave me a curious look. “So now you’re shacked up with Nolan all alone at his big house?”
I bit my lip. “Uh, not exactly?”
By the time I was done telling her that not only was it Nolan in the big brick mansion off campus, but also Garret Cole and Max O'Reilly, I thought her jaw was going to actually touch the ground.
“Wait wait wait wait.” Kenzie shook her head. “You’re giving me shit about living with my two guys, and you’re over there playing house with three hot guys?”
I laughed. “It’s not like that!”
“It’s going to be like that.”
I blushed furiously, looking away.
“You’re okay there, though?”
I turned back to see her looking at me with genuine concern, but I nodded. “I am. I feel… I dunno, safe there. Safe and more at home than I have in a long time. Too bad I have to get out of there.”
“Why?”
“Because it’s wrong?”
“Why, cause Professor Jameson is your professor?”
I nodded sullenly, but Kenzie just rolled her eyes. “You’re just staying at his house. There’s no way that’s against the rules or anything.”
“Sure it is!”
“Nah, no way.” My friend grinned at me. “Just don’t sleep with him.”
I felt the heat bloom over my face for the hundredth time that day as I looked down at my hands.
“Look, you want to take a night off from, well, life? Some kid in my applied sciences class was talking about this huge party going on tonight at one of those big senior houses off campus. We should go.”
“Us? At a party?”
Part of Kenzie and I bonding so fast was that neither of us was the typical college freshman when we’d met. We both had interesting non-dorm living arrangements, and neither of us had any interest in the beer-chugging party scene.
“Yeah, why not? Wilder and Lincoln are in New York for this dumb business thing, and I’ll be bored alone. Plus I think we need to cut loose. And, since little prude you won’t come stay with me while the guys are home, seeing as they’re not, maybe I can convince you to come sleep over afterwards. Give you a break from that bevy of hot men of yours.”
“You’re impossible.”
“And you’re totally not giving me the whole story, so I’m going bribe it out of you with booze.”
I laughed. “Okay, okay, fine. Let’s go to this dumb party.”
After all, with everything that was going through my head surrounding Nolan, and Max, and now even Garret, I could use the break.
…Or maybe it was just the start of everything.
9
Cora
It took all of ten minutes for Kenzie and I to realize how wrong we’d been. Or maybe how right we’d been in hating on the college party scene. Because the party we were at was awful.
Loud, thudding music hammered through the house, with people all over the place elbowing into each other and spilling beer everywhere. Some wasted looking guy leered in close to Kenzie, who only wrinkled her nose and shoved him away before grabbing my arm and hauling us both through the crowd. We stumbled into a slightly less crammed room, both of us gasping for air like we’d just clawed our way out of quicksand.
“So, yeah, this sucks,” she muttered before giving me a sympathetic look. “Fuck, sorry I dragged you here.”
“Oh, did you not want to get groped by frat douchebags and lose hearing in both ears tonight?” I smiled sarcastically.
“WHAT?”
I laughed as Kenzie grinned at me, cupping her ears like she was deaf already.
“Want to just get a cab back to my place?”
I smirked. “Your castle, you mean?”
“Oh, we could go back to the naughty professor’s house if you like.” She winked at me.
“Har har. Yeah, your place sounds better than this.” I frowned as I glanced around the room, my eyes landing on a keg sitting in a big tub of ice across the room.
“Okay, what if we get one drink and then take off?”
“Ugh, really?” Kenzie pouted.
“I mean, I know we’re both the queens of hating on college life norms, but maybe just to dip our toes in a little bit?”