Total pages in book: 49
Estimated words: 46198 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 231(@200wpm)___ 185(@250wpm)___ 154(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 46198 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 231(@200wpm)___ 185(@250wpm)___ 154(@300wpm)
“Anyway,” I say. “I need a favor, or I’ll fail the last part of my assignment.” Biting my lip, I struggle to find the words. “I… um…”
He wiggles his eyebrows, a playful smile forming. “What could you possibly want from me?”
Shifting my weight from one foot to the other, I look away from him. “A kiss.”
He laughs, though it’s not at my expense. “Let me guess. You’re in the middle of the Kappa Delta scavenger hunt.”
“How did you know?”
“Every guy on campus knows about it.”
“I have to kiss a hot jock.”
He smirks. “You’ve found me.”
“So?” I rock back and forth to steady my nerves. “Will you kiss me?”
“What do I get in return?”
“A kiss from me. Isn’t that enough?”
“It’s a start,” he says in a sexy tone. “We should hang out. I’m going to the Delta Sig beach party on Saturday night. You should come with me.”
I blush ten shades of pink from my cheeks to my neck, distracted by his handsome face. He wants to see me again.
I blurt out, “How about a rain check? I have sorority duties this weekend.”
Trent seems disappointed with my response but recovers quickly. “Sure. Rain check. But if you change your mind, come by the Delta Sig house around eleven.”
I remove my cell phone from my pocket and slide my hand up his thick chest. “How about that kiss?”
He slides his arm behind my back, molding my chest to his. Standing on my toes, I remove my cell phone from my pocket and hook my arms around his neck. He breathes against my lips, brushing them with his tongue.
Trent parts my lips with his tongue like he wants to conquer me. It’s like he needs the next kiss to survive. He drains the air from my lungs, my heart pounding so hard I can hardly catch my breath as our tongues collide. I snap a picture with my camera phone and peel my lips from his, struggling to get my bearings.
Mission accomplished.
“I have to go.” I shove my cell phone into my pocket. “Thanks for playing along.”
He shrugs, drawing my attention to his massive biceps that would take at least three of my hands to wrap around.
“Anytime. I hope to see you around, Jemma with a J.”
Chapter Three
Jemma
Shannon Brady escorts me through the Kappa Delta chapter house. They assigned every pledge a Big Sister, and Shannon is mine. We move through the crowded halls and up the back stairwell that leads to the bedrooms on the second floor. My sister’s bedroom is at the end of the hall, a private room she doesn’t have to share with other girls. It’s one of the perks of being the vice president.
“So, how do you like Strick U so far?”
Shannon sits on Jordan’s bed, smoothing the cream-colored comforter with her hand. She gestures for me to take my place next to her.
“I’m still getting used to the city.”
Dressed in tiny shorts that ride up her long, thin legs and a tight crop top that reveals a silver-and-diamond navel ring, she reminds me of a model in a retro-chic kind of way. Her clothes look high fashion but have a grunge feel to them. It’s hard to place what era or style inspired her attire, but I like her look. She’s a natural beauty with long lashes and high cheekbones. She towers over me when standing at her full height, at least five feet nine inches.
“I bet you grew up knowing you would become a Kappa Delta, right?”
I shake my head. “I never planned to transfer midway through college. This was a last-minute thing.”
She raises a curious eyebrow. “Jordan said you needed a change.”
“Yeah. It’s boring where I’m from. I was sick of the same old thing. I’m sure you already know my dad owns Walcott Dairy.” She nods, and I continue, “I can’t live on a farm anymore. It’s not for me.”
“I bet,” she says, not the least bit surprised. “Jordan acts like a city girl. If she hadn’t told me, I would have never known she spent most of her life on a dairy farm.”
“She’s never been interested in our family business. That responsibility falls to my older brothers.”
“Seeing your family’s name on milk cartons at the grocery store must be cool.”
I shrug. “It’s how our family makes a living.”
Unlike the other girls in the house, who ooze wealth from head to toe, Shannon’s more laid back and down-to-earth. I like her. She doesn’t come from money, even though she tries to hide it.
Shannon kicks off her heels and slides along the bed until her back hits the headboard. “I’m dying to know what brought you here,” she says as if she can tell I’m keeping something from her.
It’s not like I’m trying to be secretive. I have no problem telling her why I left Albright to attend Strickland University.