Total pages in book: 109
Estimated words: 104252 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 521(@200wpm)___ 417(@250wpm)___ 348(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 104252 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 521(@200wpm)___ 417(@250wpm)___ 348(@300wpm)
I turn to head into the restaurant and plow right into something hard. I stumble back a little and look up to see what the heck I just ran into.
My eyes lock with intense blue-gray ones. The guy stares back at me until recognition fills his gaze. A grin comes to his lips, causing his dimples to pop as he begins to look me over from head to toe.
“Sorry about that,” I murmur.
I feel so gross now that he’s appraising me. Not because he is but because of what I look like. This is the second time I’m seeing this guy while looking a hot mess.
“You were at freshman orientation,” he says with that sexy smile turned up a notch, deepening his cute-ass dimples.
“Yeah, I was.”
He shifts his bag of food to his other hand and sticks the now free one out. I look at his hand, then look back up at his eyes. This guy is drop-dead gorgeous. I take his hand and smile.
“I’m Cameron, but you can call me Cam,” he says—with a Texas accent that’s so attractive with his deep voice—as he shakes my hand and runs his thumb back and forth across my skin.
“Amina,” I lie.
I have enough on my plate with Dez. This one here is a red flag for sure. I don’t plan on interacting with him ever again, so I think nothing of the lie that slips from my lips.
Although it’s not a complete lie. I am Maribel Amina Jones. Mami calls me Mina, Amina when she’s pissed off.
“Nice to meet you, Amina. I’ll see you around.” He winks and releases my hand to walk off.
I turn to watch him go. Damn he’s fine. He’s crazy tall, so I don’t have to worry about wearing heels around him and he’s built. Tight ass, broad shoulders, and corded arms.
His blond hair is thick and shiny. He could definitely pull off a few shampoo ads. I’d watch them on repeat.
I shake my thoughts off and turn to head inside. All thoughts of Dez float out the window. In four years, I’m going to figure out how to avoid marrying that man.
He’s five years older than me. He needs to keep it pushing and find someone who wants to be married to him. I have nothing I want to offer him.
I enter the restaurant and find Taylor sitting texting on her phone in the little waiting area for takeout. I go to sit next to her, causing her to lift her head. She looks at me with excited, wide eyes.
“You won’t believe who was just here,” she exclaims, nearly bouncing in her seat. “I had to text Joelle. I totally thought I was going to faint or something.”
I only met Joelle once, yesterday. She’s cool, but she’s obsessed with the jocks and all the school sports. I tuned out after a while.
I look around, trying to figure out what I missed. She’s acting like Michael Jackson just walked through the place. I’ll be so pissed if I missed someone good.
“Who?”
“Cameron Perry from our baseball team. He and his twin brother are set to take over this place. He looks like an angel dropped from heaven. Oh my God, he smelled good too,” she gushes.
I fight to keep myself from rolling my eyes. It is not that serious. Just my luck that guy is going to be a highlight around here—that much harder to avoid.
He is fine as fuck, but she’s acting like he’s a walking god. I get it. A lot of the girls around here have dreams of snagging a jock freshman year in hopes of riding on through with them to the pros.
Not my thing. I’m here to get a degree that might open up my options. I’m willing to walk away from my trust as long as I have something to fall back on—heck, three years ago, I didn’t even know I had one. Although I can totally get why some girls might get all goofy over Cameron.
“Girl, you and Joelle need to take a cold shower. I thought you saw some celebrity or something.”
“Are you freaking kidding me? He is a celebrity. I’m getting season tickets to whatever team calls them up. Even if I have to get a second job once we graduate to do so.”
I burst out laughing at her. She’s dead-ass serious. I’m a Yankees fan and I’m not that dedicated.
“So you’re telling me you’d get season tickets for the Rockies just to see this dude? You don’t live anywhere near Colorado.”
“I never said I was committed to moving back to Connecticut.”
“You’re crazy.”
She shrugs and gets up as our number is called for our order. I’m taken aback by how many bags of food she has, but I rush to help her.
She didn’t lie. Once we get back to the apartment, we kill all the food. It was definitely top tier.