Elliott Wescott has never been one to play by the rules, she's bad, bold and unapologetically herself.
But she's also on the verge of being kicked out of university and her parents have had enough.
In attempt to get her under control she's shipped...
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"You're interesting," he says seriously.
"Okay?" I quiz.
He leans impossibly closer and whispers in a low husky voice, "what's a Wescott woman doing playing games, games she's sure to lose in a change room?"
Games she's sure to lose? You've got another thing coming for you, Jude Asshole Black.
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I tilt my head to the right and raise a brow slightly, I allow my eyes to roam around his face as I plan my next move. My face lights up, a devious smirk slides across my lips and amusement flashes through my eyes; I know exactly how to disarm this self-proclaimed winner.
"A game I'm sure to lose?" I question, my brow raising impossibly higher as my foot makes contact with his calf; his eyes widening slightly, only enough to slip past the untrained eye. But, I'm not the untrained eye.
Asshole responds with a tight nod.
"Are you sure about that?" I lower my voice and take on a huskier tone as my foot inches higher, now resting at the crook of his knee.
His eyes narrow in an attempt to disguise the fire that flutters through his eyes, all while he gulps audibly, his Adam's apple bobbing.
"Y-yes," his voice comes out strangled and breathy. I draw in my bottom lip and peer at him through my eyelashes. "Yes," he corrects himself and clears his throat, now crossing his arms and looking at my nonchalantly.
I grind my teeth at his sudden composure and continue on my path to victory.
Letting out a small tut, I slide my foot further up his leg, now only inches from his manhood; his eyes bulge and his Adams apple bobs again.
"How sure?" My foot begins stroking back and forth, not making contact with his dick but creating enough friction for his pants to do the job themselves. He lets out a deep grunt before roughly gripping my foot and halting its soft assault. "Very," he grinds out, he's jaw taut. The assholes hand gently travels up my calf before quickly retreating and pushing my foot to the ground.
