Tango With The Dirty Filthy Rich (completed)

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toes literally curled, just like the trite expression suggested. My heart pounded against my ribcage. Goose bumps stood up along my skin. Butterflies flitted in circles in my belly. Ev

hat I imagined hi

sed on observation, and

that her name? Or Nikita? It had been hard to hear her over the din of the party when she'd introduced herself to him an hour ago, and he'd only said it once o

't really care for whatever craft beer was on keg this week, it was one of my favorite things about the parties at The Keep. The main attraction was always craft beers and liquor. M

their past," I'd heard Brett Larrabee, the self-designated house manager, state on more than one occasion, usually when he was trying to

reason I ever went to any of the shindigs. I was absolutely intrigued with him for no good reaso

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still in his blue eyes. Ice blue eyes. The class was in a lecture hall, so it took him several seconds to cross the room, and I couldn't stop staring. I watched him the entire way. Watched him brush his hand through the dark blond hair that swooped over his forehead. Watched him give a wink to the teacher's assistant who was glarin

fascinating. It was ease and charm and privilege and it made me buzz. Made me breathe. Made me blush with th

wanted to

s a freshman, like me, and that he lived with a bunch of guys in a four-story brownstone ten minutes off campus that had been passed among a few wealthy families for so long, no one remembered why they called it The Keep. The

This one was a redhead. Last week was a blonde. The week before, the girl had almost exactly the same shade of brown hair as I did, but she was curvy. This redhead was as rail thin as I was, but she'd obviou

then

inute Weston's cock was inside me. He'd fuck me and be done. And then my obsession with him would be e

be the forever kind of spark and when he found out I'd been saving myself for someone just like him he'd

d always had a wild imag

did-pulled a girl in a thigh-length sweater and printed leggings in for a hug,

room table, squinting around people until I caught sight of Weston and