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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"There's my favourite partner," that same deep and husky voice brushes the shell of my ear and my grip on one of the bags loosens almost enough to become acquainted with the ground.
I spin around and face him, my damp, vanilla-scented waves whipping him in the face in the process. "Here I am," I smile sickly sweet while my mind is developing my master plan for tonight.
This sure is going to be fun.
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I grab Jude's hand, feeling him stiffen at the contact and begin to drag him over to where Spencer is seated. As if sensing our presence, Spencer looks up and flashes me that heart stoppin', panty droppin' smile of his.
"I brought snacks," I hold the bag up and giggle it around. Even though there's already one I'd like to sample at the table, I add to myself.
"What have you got?" Spencer springs up and strides towards me, grabbing the snack-filled shopping bag from me and walking it the rest of the way back to the table.
"Just you wait and see," I sneak him a cheeky wink and start pulling the delicious items out from the grocery bag.
"Oreos," Spencer names the first item I remove and place it on our round table.
"Doritos. Nacho cheese flavour," he says. "Fine choice."
"Thank you, good sir," I giggle, pulling out the next delicacy.
"Chocolate milk."
"Raspberry and white chocolate muffins," Spencer says with shock. "All hail the snack queen," he begins bowing in my direction, resulting in a laugh to bubble from my stomach, I slap his arm flirtatiously for good measure.
Jude audibly groans from my left, gaining the attention of both Spencer and myself. "You good?" I cock my brow curiously.
"Uhhh-" he trails off. "We're not allowed to eat in the library."
"Really?" My eyes travel the length of his body while I take a step towards him, Spencer lets out an unattractive (but really attractive, cause that man could make spandex hot) snort from my right.
