His honey-brown eyes stared in thought into my green ones for a moment before that sexy grin hit his gorgeous face again. “Well, Miss Priss, I might be seeing you around.”
“I’ll be waiting breathlessly until that moment.” At my sarcasm, he grinned again. I rolled my eyes and said, “So… thanks for the help.” I’m pretty sure he heard the muttered, “Jerk” I tacked on, but to his credit he didn’t say anything as I closed the trunk and rounded the car to get inside, but before I could pull my door closed he was there holding it open.
“You go to Hallervan?” he’d leaned down and asked, and, God, those eyes, that face… that body. My lord he was hot.
“Starting this semester,” I answered still trying to pull my door closed.
“Maybe you’ll get lucky and see me.” He winked then walked away.
“One can only hope,” I’d mumbled, rolling my eyes again, before closing my door and driving away.
It was then I looked down and saw my ruined outfit and sandals only then remembering I had an old pair of Keds and a raincoat under the passenger seat. Great.
Copyright © 2014 Harper Bentley
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About the Author
USA Today Best Selling author Harper Bentley writes about hot alpha males who love hard. She’s taught high school English for 23 years, and although she’s managed to maintain her sanity regardless of her career choice, jumping into the world of publishing her own books goes to show that she might be closer to the ledge than was previously thought.
After traveling the nation in her younger years as a military brat, having lived in Alaska, Washington State and California, she now resides in Oklahoma with her teenage daughter, two dogs and one cat, happily writing stories that she hopes her readers will enjoy.
You can contact her at [email protected], at harperbentleywrites.com, on Facebook or on Twitter @HarperBentley
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