♡AN ENEMIES-TO-LOVERS ROMANCE♡
Attending the same college is the only thing Sebastian Hutches and Tara Van Doren have in common.
To Sebastian, Tara is a rich, spoiled girl, obsessed with her looks and status.
To Tara, Sebastian is a rude, arrogant...
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My feet throb. I slump against the mirrored elevator wall and wiggle my toes, but the pointed stilettos I'm wearing don't allow much movement. Photoshoots are fun; spending hours on my feet with no time for a break isn't.
As soon as the heavy door slides open, I reach into my purse and pull out my keys. Bast is probably out, running as he often does on Wednesday evenings.
I let myself in, get rid of the shoes, and shrug off my coat.
"Hi."
My eyes stay on the garment I'm hanging in the closet, but my insides tingle from Bast's deep voice. All it took was a hallway kiss, and here I am a few days later, tired, frustrated, and questioning my choices.
I face Sebastian. "Hi. I didn't think you'd be home."
He raises his arms and braces his hands on the doorframe over his head. "Are you disappointed I am?"
My gaze roams his body. A loose black tee and faded jeans sitting low on his hips do a lousy job of making him less attractive. Knowing what's under the denim from when he pressed me to him makes lying to myself pointless, if not stupid - that I didn't let him into my bed doesn't mean I didn't touch myself to the memory of his kisses.
"Of course, I'm not," I say. "How was your day?"
"It got better a few minutes ago." A side of Bast's mouth tips up. "What about yours?"
"Tiring. A designer I know launched a new collection, and I did a photoshoot. Just a few pictures wearing what he designed. What did you do after class?"
Bast groans, rubbing his face with both palms. "I had to draw a dick."
I snort. "Are you kidding me?"
"I wish." He sighs. "The bright side - I charged her double. The not-so-bright one - I have a picture of some guy's junk in my phone, and the client demanded great detail. I'm happy it's only pencil, you know? If she wanted colors-"
A giggle escapes me, and I take a step toward Bast. "Show me."
He shakes his head. "No way."
"Is it big?"
"I'm not answering that."
"So, it's huge. And veiny."
"Tara." Warning rings in Sebastian's voice. "I'm not showing you the product. Or the reference."
"Scared I might like it?"
He extends his hand and rubs my cheek with his thumb. "Enough. Want to go to the roof?"
"The roof?"
Bast shrugs. "Yeah. I was going to smoke. Too much stress. The dick was just the cherry on top."
"Is it as red as a cherry, or what shade of red are we talking about?"
He mutters something under his breath and goes back to the living room, only to reappear with a hoodie slung over his arm. "Let's go?"
