Until I Met You

chapter three

Warren

Girls have always been my weakness.

This is a fact I've known about myself for years and I'm not ashamed of it. Why should I be? They obviously see something in me if they agree to spend one night beneath the sheets with me.

I've seen many good-looking girls: blonde ones, curvy ones, skinny ones, the ones who like to take control in bed. But never have I been caught so off-guard by one until meeting her – this Nova Elliot girl.

Damn.

I look back.

Shoulder-length auburn hair that curls loosely at the ends. The biggest, darkest brown eyes framed by thick lashes, sharp cheekbones, and full pink lips all complete the perfect masterpiece I'm looking at. My gaze slowly travels south to take in the smooth freckled skin of her neck. The leather jacket she's wearing has seen better days, but it applies well to the low-cut red sweater beneath. Speaking of low-cut...She's got a fair-sized rack. I let my gaze drop further, taking in her grey skinny jeans that hug her curves, and her black ankle boots. Nova is short, the top of her head barely reaching my chin, but she's got this whole tomboy thing going on and I can't say I don't like it. She's ridiculously perfect in her own way. I momentarily picture what her body would look like beneath those clothes.

Yeah, I would like that very much.

There's just one problem: I don't like her attitude.

When I asked for a girl that would challenge me, I didn't want her to come walking in acting like she owned the damn place. I wanted the kind of girl that wouldn't hide her feelings for me, but still play extremely hard to get; one that would feel the instant attraction I happen to attribute to. The feeling of being immediately disliked by a girl is so unfamiliar that I almost don't know what to do. I've never been rejected before; girls are usually kissing my feet, begging to know what one night in bed with Warren Ashford is like.

But there is one thing I do know: I am not sharing a room with someone. No way in hell.

I need a place to escape. After a long day of using our brains, we all crave the creature comforts of home; a quiet retreat where we can sit our asses down on the sofa, chill out with a strong drink, and unwind. It's not exactly home – that's back in Halifax – but I'll take what I can get. If she thinks she's going to step into my life and start throwing rules in my face, she's mistaken.

Melted snowflakes trickle down my face as we walk to the building that mediates anything that has to do with campus life. The student services building is one of the largest buildings on campus and also happens to be the same place where I was banned from living the typical university life. Suffice to say, I'm pretty damn popular around this area. Seriously. I'm on a first name basis with the older ladies that work behind the desks, just like I am with the bartenders at the club.