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Lust (The Elite Seven #1)(8)
Author: Ker Dukey

I move back up her body and catch her eyes watching me.

Large, oval blue eyes take up her heart-shaped face. They’re almost violet and dancing with curiosity. Her petite nose wrinkles, tugging up her full top lip.

“Hey,” she finally says, offering me her hand.

“Rhett Masters.” I take her small hand in mine and shake it.

A crease forms on her forehead. “From Garden Grove High School?” She poses it as a question, but recognition sparks in her blue eyes.

“I guess I’m not as unknown here as I thought.” I wink down at her, and she doesn’t do what every other female in my life has done.

She doesn’t melt.

Well, fuck me.

Getting to her feet, she dusts down her skirt, then hugs the book to her chest like a Rhett-proof vest.

“You have me at a disadvantage, sweetness.” I lay on the charm, swiping my tongue out to wet my lips. She watches the movement, and the rosy tint to her flesh spreads down her neck.

If I were to open her blouse, I bet it would be all the way down to her tits, making her nipples tingle.

“You played our football team last summer. It was a charity sports thing, otherwise I would have never attended.”

She wrinkles her nose again, but this time, in disgust, like she’s smelled something that offended her nostrils.

There’s something that changed her attitude from apologetic, almost flirty, to grievance. Maybe it’s Football, or rather a football player—me. Did we beat her team? We beat every team.

“And?” I coax. I played a lot of games and need her to elaborate on this one.

Tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, she pushes her glasses up her nose and looks at her toes.

“You hooked up with my best friend, then never called her.” She frowns gathering her pieces of paper from my hand and stuffing them with the rest.

I rub a hand through my hair, a soft shrug lifting my shoulder. It makes her flinch. It’s slight, but she’s uncomfortable, or even pissed, at my response.

“Not going to lie, sweetheart. I don’t do the whole calling thing, and I would have made that clear to your friend before I fucked her.”

A gasp whooshes from her, and she shakes her head, her petite, little nose wrinkling once more. It’s cute as fuck.

She’s like some sexy, innocent librarian type. It’s not what I’d usually go for, but there is no denying her beauty.

“I said hooked up, not…what you said.”

“Fucked,” I offer, just to see the flush of her skin.

She doesn’t let me down. Perfect.

I bet that’s the same color she turns after she comes. My thoughts turn to picturing her naked, and I wonder if the blonde curls are a theme for every part of her.

“She didn’t do that with you,” she snaps, demanding my focus.

I hold my hands up in surrender. Damn, this girl needs to chill out. Since when did hook-up not mean fucking? And since when was saying fuck offensive?

“Well, great to meet you…?”

“Chastity,” she almost whispers.

Of course that’s her name. A grin lifts my lips as I walk backwards a few steps so I can commit all those curves to my memory. It’s been a while since lustful thoughts have taken root in my mind, and it almost makes me feel like the old me.

By the time I get inside, the halls are quiet, with only a few people milling around. I check my watch, and then the map I was given by some high-on-life dude at the entrance.

My hands are loaded with a hundred other flyers shoved at me by students recruiting for frat houses, roommates, and party invitations. Unlike high school, no one appears to be excluded from the parties. Every person who walked by had the papers pushed into their hands.

I navigate the corridor and come to the counselor’s office. Best to get this over with.

Rapping my knuckles on the door, I ignore the pounding of my heart in my chest. I didn’t want to do this—didn’t want to talk about things. About him.

“Come in,” a feminine voice calls out, and as I push open the door the idea of being able to seduce a female so I don’t have to share crosses my mind.

A slim, petite woman stands to greet me, and I’m taken back by how youthful she appears. In truth, I was expecting some old dude, but this woman has to be in her thirties at most—and she’s hot.

Black hair the color of spilled ink is sleeked back into a high ponytail, cat like eyes look over me with intrigue, and thin, red-painted lips offer a hint of a smile as she introduces herself.

“I’m Mrs. Griffin, but I allow students to call me Lillian.”

Griffin…wasn’t the dean’s name Griffin?

“Yes,” she answers my unasked question.

“I’m the dean’s wife, but I assure you that doesn’t affect my job. Anything you say to me doesn’t get spoken of outside this room, unless I believe you’re a danger to yourself or others.”

She’s sitting behind her desk, her hands placed in her lap.

“Okay,” is all I say. This feels awkward as hell.

She gestures to the chair on the opposite side of her desk. “Please, take a seat.”

Dropping my bag to the floor, I sit my ass in the chair and take in the scenery.

The room is filled with natural light from the tall ass window.

A filing cabinet dominates the back wall, but other than that, it’s minimal décor and spacious. Her desk is positioned in the center of the room, and her chair is stupidly large. She looks like a child perched on a throne.

“So, Mr. Masters, Rhett, do you prefer to be called by your forename or is there another name you go by?”

Most chicks call me Romeo.

“Rhett’s fine.” I nod.

“Okay. Is there anything you’d like to talk about today, Rhett?”

“No, I’m good,” I tell her, and an uncomfortable silence ensues.

She definitely got this job because of her husband. She seems out of her depth.

Shifting in her chair, she reads over a piece of paper on her desk, then looks up at me.

“How are you feeling about your classes? You attended summer school to get your grades up? Do you want to tell me why they slipped in the first place?”

No. Why the fuck do they ask questions they already know the answers to?

“I’m sure if that information is on that piece of paper, then so are the reasons why.”

She narrows her eyes briefly, then smiles and nods her head.

“Yes, it does, but I want to hear the answer from you.”

“Why?”

“So I can understand you better.”

Sharp pains stab at my heart as flashes of that night race to the forefront of my mind.

“I got my brother killed and it fucked me up,” I state, irritated.

She looks like she’s trying to frown, but her forehead doesn’t move.

Folding her arms on the desk, she asks, “You feel like you’re to blame?”

“It was my fault.” I shrug. Emotions wash through me, leaving an angry buzz behind.

“Do we have to talk about this shit? It’s the first day, and I don’t want to miss my first class.”

Looking at her watch, she smiles over at me.

“I’m sorry. You’re right. We can discuss this another time. I wanted you to come in and see me because I know how daunting it can be when your life choices change, especially in such a dramatic way.”

She points to something on the sheet of paper. “You were a ball player, but got an injury and decided to go into law?”

“I want to help people get justice when the system robs them of it.”

“So, it’s personal.” She smiles.

“You could say that.”

“Well, that’s another discussion for another day. I’ve recruited a mentor of sorts to help you settle in and help show you around your first week here. If for any reason you want to talk, my door is always open. You’re on my calendar for bi-weekly appointments that are mandatory, I’m afraid. If I don’t see you before our next appointment, I hope you have a good start to the school year.”

With that, a soft knock sounds at the door and she gets to her feet.

“Right on time.”

Walking around her desk, she goes to the door, and I follow suit.

Blonde curls enter the room, and I bite the inside of my cheek to stop from grinning.

Chastity’s eyes enlarge before narrowing on me.

“This is Chastity. Chastity, Rhett Masters,” she introduces.

I hold my hand out, but she doesn’t take it. “We’ve met,” she informs Lillian.

“Oh…well, that’s a great start. I have an appointment, so enjoy your day.” Lillian’s eyes cut to a tall, dark haired guy who looks a little out of place in his surroundings. His appearance and style harder, more rogue than rich like the rest of the students on campus. His eyes clash with mine briefly before, without a word or instruction, he gets up and disappears into Lillian’s office.

Following Chastity into the corridor, I hold my hands up once more in surrender.

“I’ve clearly made the wrong impression, and I think it’s unfair of you to judge me on something I did in the past with someone I don’t even remember.”

Her face screws into a hateful scowl, and she shocks me into silence when she raises her hand and flicks the tip of my nose. “You’re a jerk.”

I’m still standing there seconds later watching her ass sashay up the corridor without me.

Some mentor she is.

God’s casual remark about no one attending class freshman week doesn’t appear to be the case.

My first class is packed. The door slams behind me as I enter, bringing all eyes to me. The professor stops talking and watches me as I make a spectacle of myself, trying to dodge legs and bags to get one of the only available seats right in the center of the room.

Perfect.

When I finally do plant my ass in the seat, the professor folds his arms and paces the front of the room.

“First thing I want you to know, you’re not in high school anymore. No tardy slips or toilet passes. I expect you to be independent, responsible, and punctual.”

   
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