Total pages in book: 54
Estimated words: 51193 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 256(@200wpm)___ 205(@250wpm)___ 171(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 51193 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 256(@200wpm)___ 205(@250wpm)___ 171(@300wpm)
“Still thinking with the wrong head,” I quip.
“When you’re wearing this,” he says, fingering the thin strap of my skimpy tank top that rides up my stomach. “How can I think with any other head?” His eyes fall over my body to my bare thighs and the tiny spandex shorts which are barely covering my ass.
Taylor taps me on the shoulder. “Hey, where did Bex go? Have you seen her?”
I scan the crowded club, searching the space where Bex and Preston were a minute ago. Turning to face her, I shake my head. “They were just here.”
“Probably went back to the house,” Jamie says.
Taylor looks annoyed. “Are you sure?”
“Yeah,” he says without hesitation.
“Did Bex say something to you?”
Jamie shakes his head. “No, I know Preston. We have a signal.”
Taylor’s face scrunches in anger. “But we came here together…”
Drake appears at her side and clamps his big hand on her shoulder, his enormous frame invading the surrounding space. “I can take you home.”
Taylor shakes him off, staring up at Drake as if he has a disease. Do they have a history together? She seems awfully annoyed with him. Or maybe it’s the fact her friend bailed on her without another thought. I would be mad too.
“I can Uber it back to campus,” Taylor says to Drake.
“Don’t be stupid,” he says. “I can drive you.”
“Don’t call me stupid.” She snarls at him and then slips through the crowd with Drake chasing behind her.
“What’s up with them?” I ask Jamie.
He shrugs. “Beats me. I don’t think they ever hooked up.”
“Taylor doesn’t seem to like Drake all that much.”
“She’s probably heard all the rumors about him and has enough sense to stay away.”
“What rumors?”
“I’m surprised none of your sorority sisters have told you… or shown you.” I stare at him confused, and he continues, “Drake sends dick pics to just about every girl on campus. I’m surprised there’s not a SnapChat account dedicated solely to his dick.”
I shake my head, laughing. “That’s gross. What kind of girl would go for that?”
Jamie extends his hand to me, and I weave my fingers between his. “I know you would never go for that.”
“True, but I’m not opposed to seeing your dick pop up on my phone.”
Jamie winks. “I’d rather show it to you in person.” He wraps his arms around me, his muscles squeezing me tight against his chest.
Dipping his head, he brushes his lips against my earlobe. He must know I love it when he does this because he does it often. His erection digs into my back as we dance, his hands falling to my hips. We rock to the music, allowing the beat to take over.
The more time I spend with Jamie, I want to be his girlfriend. He makes me feel special and wanted, as if I’m the only girl in the world. No one has ever made me feel this way, and I want it to last.
Chapter Ten
Jamie
Shannon is sound asleep, a soft purr escaping from her lips. She looks peaceful curled up with two pillows. Her dark hair fans out around her head. Delicate curves peek out from beneath the covers.
I’m getting used to having her in my bed. I enjoy having Shannon around more than I would have thought. Over the past few weeks, we’ve become so much more than friends. She spends a lot of nights with me. I never even saw it coming, not after everything I went through over the summer.
Shannon was right under my nose all along, and I overlooked her because I was still in love with Cece. And now, I’m making room in my heart and my life for Shannon.
I slide off the mattress, careful not to wake her. It’s five o’clock in the morning, the entire house is sleeping off their hangovers. Preston and Bex went at it for most of the night. At one point, I wondered if we were in a competition for who could wake the house first. Drake wasn’t as lucky. No matter how much chasing after Taylor he did, I doubt he even got a kiss.
Sinking into the chair in front of my computer desk, I tap the mouse to wake the four monitors in front of me. I quickly dim the screens and turn them away from my bed. Shannon knows about The Queen. But I don’t want her to know how obsessed I am with this girl.
She’s a true hacker, a skilled coder who has my full attention. Every chance I get, I attempt to narrow down her location. Any time I get too close, The Queen finds some way to block me. I love the hunt, and I wonder if she knows it. Because it seems too convenient that she always lets me go so far.
I log in to my server and flip through a few tabs until I find the correct browser. Technically, what I’ve been doing to find The Queen breaks a few laws, but I’m good at covering my tracks. My fingers glide across the keyboard, and as I go through the motions, I finally hit a dead end. Another firewall prevents me from passing through—or is it something else?