My Classmate, My Master, or My Boyfriend?

My Classmate, My Master, or My Boyfriend?

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“Why don’t back to making out with Robert?” Andrew yelled, standing up abruptly, causing his chair to topple over. “You sure looked like you were enjoying it!” Rose clenched her fists. “This has nothing to do with him. Nothing,” He glared at her. “And since you asked,” Rose continued, poking him in the chest with her index finger. “I will go back to making out with him!” Hot tears spilled from her eyes as she turned around, heading for the door. This is not how she wanted the conversation to go. She gripped the door handle ready to open it, until a pair of hands snaked around her waist in a tight grip. Andrew. Immediately, her heartbeat quickened as he buried his face in the crook of her neck. His hot breath against her skin sent shivers down her spine. “Don’t leave me,” Rose always had a complicated life. Parents disappeared. Financial issues. And a love triangle between her and her two most closet friends. So when she becomes the personal maid for the new boy, Andrew, how will she cope?
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I felt the presence of his body move closer to me but only barely touch me, as if he was teasing me. His lips brushed against my skin as he traveled to the place just under the hollow of my ear. My heart fluttered in my chest. Where had he learned to kiss like this? He continued down my neck until he hit my collar bone and I felt his hot breath dance across my neck and fall down my shirt right between the swell of my breasts causing me to shiver. OH DANG! I opened my eyes and started to protest. "I want a rematch! Please!" I pleaded, stepping back. "Sorry, no can do," he teased, the crooked grin spreading across his lips. I shuddered at the thought of actually kissing him. But the part that scared me was I couldn't tell if I was shuttering in disgust or anticipation. ~~~ Stacy Hall is a tomboy: she spends most of her time hanging out with boys, she never wears dresses or makeup, and she hates the way other girls obsess over boys and gossip. But what happens when she starts having feelings for one of her closest guy friends? Someone she's known since she was little. Someone who has a tendency to flirt a little too much. Will she push him away or pull him closer? And what if he's just as confused as she is?

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