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I think I’m in love. No, scratch that. I’m definitely in love with the girl in the middle of the dance floor wearing hot pink cowgirl boots, cutoff shorts, and a scowl. Okay, fine. It’s not love, but it’s definitely lust, and when it comes to wanting Vivienne Brentwood, I’m a fucking goner. I never stood a damn chance.
When I finally get to her, I reach out, sliding my hands along her waist until my fingers dip into the loops of her cutoffs to pull her toward me. Her soft body collides with mine, and her hands fist into the front of my shirt. “Um… have you lost your mind?” she says, feigning surprise, but doesn’t pull away, and that surprises me. I shrug. “Probably. Don’t really give a fuck.”
“Then stop rushing me, Vivienne, or I’ll leave you just like this. Wet, needy, desperate for my cock. Without giving you any relief.” Her mouth falls open, and her eyebrows shoot up. “You wouldn’t.” I lean forward to suck her nipple into my mouth again and tug—hard—before swirling my tongue around the peak. “Fucking try me.”
Which means every single dime I’ve been saving for this semester’s dorm fees? Poof. Up like smoke right in front of my eyes. It’s going to have to go to Mama’s landlord so she won’t be evicted. And now that she’s out of work again, I’m going to need to cover her rent until she’s employed again.
He’s the biggest player on campus, and the fact that he’s headed to the MLB after being Orleans U’s all-star catcher with thighs that would make any girl’s mouth water, well… that doesn’t help the girls throwing themselves at his feet. Typical rich playboy persona. Everything’s handed right to him on a shiny, silver platter.
Within the first day of meeting him, I knew exactly the type of guy he was. The swagger, the cocky flirting, constantly surrounded by women. I knew a rich fuckboy when I saw one, and ever since then, it’s been a constant state of bickering between us. Mostly on my end, since he’s unable to take a hint.
Guys like Reese love the chase. They want anything that gives them a challenge, and that’s the only reason he’s even interested in me. It’s the only reason he acts like a love- obsessed fool when I reject him. But unlike most girls, I know exactly the game that he’s playing, and joke’s on him—I can play it better. Better than he could ever imagine.
It’s no secret I’m into Viv—I haven’t exactly pursued her quietly. But despite upping the charm and giving my best, and I mean my absolute best, efforts to secure a repeat of our October hookup, she’s completely shut me out. No matter how hard I’ve tried. I’m not totally delusional, so I know inviting a girl I’m objectively attracted to to live with me when she can’t stand me would be… complicated.
“Come on, I’ll show you the rest of the house.” I nod toward the hallway, then walk toward the spare room. She follows behind me, and I point out the bathroom with the Jacuzzi tub and waterfall shower, the kitchen, the outdoor area that has an outdoor kitchen, heated pool, and hot tub until we get to the end of the hallway where her room would be. I swing the door open and step aside so she can check it out. Her gaze drags over the bare cream walls, the plush carpet, and the metal-frame, king-size bed against the wall.
“How is buying groceries a fair trade for like hundreds of dollars in rent?” His lip quirks into a cocky smirk, and he reaches down and lifts the hem of his T-shirt, showing off his six-pack of abs. “Do you see me, babe? I’m a six-foot-three catcher about to go to the MLB. I eat like a fucking horse to keep this physique up.” My gaze lowers for only a second before flitting back up
When I round the corner to the hallway, I run directly into Viv, who screams at the top of her lungs and nearly jumps out of her skin. Things happen so fast that I barely have time to recover from the fact that my eardrums might actually have fucking ruptured before a fist is flying toward my face, hitting me directly in the nose.

