I give her a stiff smile, taking in those dreamy blue eyes and knowing that this girl doesn’t give a rat’s ass about me. She wants an in with Mother Dearest, and she thinks I can get her one.
This isn’t just a “have some fun with a guy at a party” night for her. She came here with very clear intentions, and I am going to have so much fun not meeting them.
You know what?
It will be my fucking pleasurenotto ditch this girl.
Instead, I’m gonna have me a good time—see how far she’s really willing to go for her own gain.
And then I can flick her off, because girls like this deserve to go down.
Women tend to be unreliable. They’ve proven that to me time and time again. It’s always a refreshing change to turn the tables on them.
19
BEN
I restmy butt against the edge of the table, my leg bobbing as I check my watch yet again and wait for Mandy to arrive.
She’s running late, and my gut sank when I first read her text.
Okay, yes. I’m a sappy romantic.
But this lake house is bursting with people, including a lot of hot women who the guys are already connecting with. Yet all Ican think about is my girl arriving. I can’t wait to see her. The last two months have been the best of my life, and before I head back to Nolan, I need to let her know that I’m serious about us. About keeping this thing going with her.
Sure, we attend different colleges, but that’s okay.
Lennox is not that far.
We can still squeeze in time together.
We can talk on the phone every day.
Video chat, so I can still see her pretty face.
It’s gonna be great. Distance won’t break us. Nothing can.
Yep, I’m thinking it—we’re meant to be.
My insides flutter and I squash my smile, feeling like a teenage girl in some drama series. But I can’t help it.
Mandy’s beautiful and smart and funny. She’s such a go-getter. She knows what she wants. She works hard. She’s going to be a phenomenal lawyer. There are so many things to love about her.
My chest hitches, and I murmur under my breath, “I love her.”
Then I start nodding, because it’s true. I think I’ve known it for a couple of weeks now, but I haven’t stopped to really acknowledge it.
But I do.
I love Mandy Dalton!
A flash of color catches my eye out the window, and I glance up in time to see her red dress. I know that one. She wore it last week when I took her out to that fancy restaurant. She’d had a bad day, and I wanted to cheer her up. It worked. We got tipsy and she got smiley, and then she rode me in the back of my car. It was fire, and her cries of ecstasy when she came all over my cock were magic.
She kept the dress on, the fabric draping over my bare legs. It’s kind of soft and floaty. I like the way it swishes aroundher thighs when she walks. Plus, it pushes her boobs up and together, which is so damn sexy.
Jumping for the front door, I pull it open just as she’s approaching.
The second she sees me, her face lights with a smile, and all I can do is step forward and lift her into my arms.
