Lust (The Elite Seven #1)(21)

“She’s well-liked on campus and knows the grounds better than most,” Lillian tells me, then quirks her head to the side, studying me.

“Was there an issue?”

“Apart from Chastity hating the male species? No.”

Smiling, Lillian flicks her fingers over her keyboard, typing something I can’t see onto her computer.

“I’m surprised you couldn’t persuade her otherwise.”

Is she flirting?

“The feisty ones tend to bite. Best to leave them be.” I shrug.

She changes the subject to my parents, and I spend the next twenty minutes nodding or shaking my head to her questions. I don’t want to talk about why my mother isn’t around right now, or that I’d seen more of Chastity last week than my dad.

“Is there anything you’d like to speak about?”

Nope.

“I’m good.”

“Okay. Well, have a good day. I’ll see you next week.”

She doesn’t follow me to the door like last time, and as I swing the door open, I almost collide with none other than Chastity.

There’s a stand-off of sorts in the doorway, both refusing to apologize to the other or move out the way, even though it’s clearly her clumsy ass who almost took us both out.

A sweet candy apple scent surrounds her, making my mouth water. Her eyes pierce me to the spot with defiance, the violet hints more prominent than the blue today.

Lazy and seductive, I lean in and inhale her scent before winking down at her.

“You smell real sweet today.”

She narrows her eyes. “It’s called a bath.” She makes a point of leaning forward and sniffing at my shirt. “Ever heard of it?”

I know from running here I must stink, but that’s not disgust on her pretty features. She’s trying to convince herself she’s not attracted to me and it’s cute as hell.

I scratch at my chin, then, in a low tone, say, “Nope, can you explain it?”

“Soap, water, look it up.” She tries to move around me, but I sway my body to mimic her movements just for sport.

“Isn’t that where you’re all naked and lathering up that creamy skin with bubbles?”

Relishing the tint to her cheeks, I brush past her, letting her move into the office, and call over my shoulder, “Thanks for the visuals, by the way, the towel over the weekend, I’ll be thinking about it all day.” I reel her in and watch her blow.

“You make me gag,” she says, then catches her words. Her shoulders deflate, and a grin tugs high on my lips.

“Yep, sure would, sweetheart.” The door slams shut, and a real chuckle resonates from my gut. Fuck, it feels good.




“You want to go to Gaspe’s for lunch?” God asks, staring at his cell phone.

“You waiting on a call?”

Looking up at me for the first time since we came outside, he shakes his head.

“Just checking my fantasy football.”

My own scoff almost makes me choke. “Yeah right.”

A couple guys tossing a ball back and forth a couple feet away filters into my vision.

“Let’s just eat on campus,” I tell him, holding my hands up for the ball.

Gaspe’s is my favourite place to eat. It’s expensive and a thirty-minute drive away. God doesn’t think about either of those things; he lives his life to a completely different tune than the rest of the world.

“Okay. I’ll get them to deliver it here.”

Unbelievable.




Waltzing into the parking lot, my feet skid to a halt on the gravel underfoot. No car. I forgot to arrange a ride and God fucked off after lunch. Pulling out my cell, I shoot him a text anyway.

Where you at? Need a ride.

A few seconds later, he replies.





Busy for next two hours.


Perfect.





Stacks upon stacks of books over two floors fill the space of the library. The area is airy and sparse, perfect for studying while I wait for God to pick me up.

Finding a table tucked away at the back of the room, I drop my ass in the seat and people-watch for a while. When that gets boring, I reach in my bag to pull out my books. A white envelope drops out with my name scrolled in red ink across the front.

My heart begins to thunder in my chest. Could this be it—the invitation to The Elite?

It seems too easy.

I scan the library for potential people who could have snuck it in my bag, but there’s not many people here, and where I’m sitting is secluded. Anyone could have slipped this in my bag at any point today. I open it up, finding an invitation to a club inside.

What the fuck? It’s just a party invite? We have an app for that, people.

My hope diminishes, and I stuff the card back in my bag and pull out my books.




Trying to ignore the not-so-subtle looks and whispers from a group of females sitting at table a good twenty feet away, I re-read the same page five times and still don’t know what it says. Slamming the book closed, I sag in the chair and close my eyes. It’s been over two hours, and I hit my limit at one. I need food and a shower.

“You’re in my seat,” a familiar feminine voice informs my almost asleep form.

Cracking an eye open, I sigh and force the other eye open. Sure enough, Chastity is standing with her arms folded over her ample chest, giving me a small glimpse of her cleavage.