Pretty Smart Girls by Shae Ross

Author:Shae Ross [Ross, Shae]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Pretty Smart Girls, Shae Ross, internship, Entangled Publishing, coming of age, entrepreneur, Embrace, college, New Adult, Contemporary romance
Publisher: Entangled Publishing, LLC
Published: 2015-01-25T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twelve

Jett

Once again, I’ve underestimated Little Miss Michigan State. I’d never have expected kissing her would lead to wanting to spread her legs and press against every inch of her tight body. And I’d certainly never expected her to let me.

Part of me wants to drop to my knees and fist pump, and part of me wants to apologize to her. I can still feel the heat of her skin against my fingertips…and thigh highs. What the fuck? Does she wear those every day? God, I hope so. Now anytime I look at her, I’m going to be envisioning that black lace lining the skin of her upper thighs.

I drag my hand over my face and walk toward the door of my room. There’s no way I’ll be able to climb in bed and fall asleep right now, not after that. I slip into our room, grab my iPad, and head down to the lobby bar.

I take a seat against the back wall and the waitress slides a napkin square in front of me. “What can I get ya, honey?”

“Whatever you have on tap’ll be fine. Thanks.”

I swipe my iPad and scan the headings of my emails. Phil Derringer. My mind jumps, and then I remember I had sent him a quick message Tuesday morning after Vaughn told me he dated Ryan. Part of me wants to ignore the message, but another part wants to know what the deal was between the two of them. Something happened, and I’m not sure I want to know.

I rub my jaw and read.

Hey Jett, I’m in Manhattan this week, too, talking to a couple recruiters. Love to grab a drink with you guys. Where are you staying? Good luck in the competition—shouldn’t be too hard for you guys to beat the State girls. I’d love to see it. When do they announce results? And yes, I know Ryan Rose. Well. That bitch filed a restraining order against me. Hope you crush them.

Restraining order? What the fuck would he have done to her that she needed a restraining order? My stomach growls.

“Hey.”

I look up and see Robert Trott.

“You get stood up, too?” he asks, swirling the ice around in the amber liquid of the glass he’s holding.

“Well, sort of,” I say. Stood up in a photo booth by a beautiful blonde. I open my hand to the seat across from me. He pulls it out and flops down like an empty suit discarded over a chair. Judging by how long it’s taking his vision to focus, he looks like a guy that’s been hitting it pretty hard for a solo night.

“What do you think of your competition so far?” he asks, leaning a forearm against the table.

“The actual competition or the girls we’re competing against?”

He hesitates and smiles at me, as if I should know. “Those State girls are quite the dish. I’d be all over Ryan if I thought my dad wouldn’t kill me for dealin’ on an intern.” He chomps down on an ice cube and talks through it.

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