I just heard that some lucky girl got partnered up with our very own legend on the football field in a business ethics class. Damn... I knew I should have stuck it out with that major... KingOfCampus.com"For the next six weeks, you're going to work with a partner on a project that will be worth sixty percent of your final grade." She pauses as shocked gasps ripple throughout the room. Apparently expecting just such a reaction, Professor Paulson nods her head as if to reconfirm what we're all hoping we somehow misheard. "Yes, that's right. Sixty percent. It will be worth more than anything else you do in here, so keep that in mind when working on it. Not only does the topic need to be well researched, it will have to be completely fleshed out, so it supports the main idea of your project."Another round of groaning along with disbelieving chatter grips the class. Her eyes slowly encompass all of us. "The end result of your time and energy spent researching will be a thought
Anyone get invited to the little get together happening at Roan King's apartment? If so, someone needs to share the four-one-one with all of us. Pictures are, as always, welcomed and appreciated. Preferably naked ones... KingOfCampus.com"When are you planning to come home for a visit, Ivy? You've been back in town for about three weeks now and we still haven't seen you."I'm standing on the tiny balcony off our living room, facing the western sky. I didn't think I would enjoy having an outdoor space as much as I do. Whenever I'm home in the evening, I somehow find myself out here when the sun is setting. I love watching all the varying shades of red and pink that paint their way across the horizon. It usually brings me a certain amount of peace. My very own little bit of Zen.That, unfortunately, is not the case tonight."Ivy, are you still there?""Um, yeah." Then I add, "Just thinking about my schedule. School and work are crazy busy right now." This is completely tr
"You two lovely ladies gonna get your asses over here or what?"I shoot Lexie a questioning look. Of course, with all that loud music, I can pretty much guess what's going on over there. These guys seem to have people coming and going all the time. Not that I'm paying attention or anything (although it's hard not to) but a lot of them just so happen to be women. And when that's the case, Dylan clears out and spends time at our apartment, hence the brand-new shiny Xbox we have.Lexie raises a brow at me in silent inquiry before saying, "Yep, we're on our way.""See you in a few." And with that, Dylan disappears back around the privacy fence.Once we're alone, she says, "They're having a few people over. You coming?"I wouldn't mind hanging out for a bit, but I know Roan will be there. We haven't spoken since he verbally handed my ass to me a few days ago in our Business Ethics class. So, that kind of feels like an awkward situation waiting to explode in my face.And I'm da
With his gaze locked on mine, he takes a slow pull from the green bottle in his hand. I feel caught in the crosshairs of his attention and it's an odd feeling. I want to hold my breath until he releases me from his gaze. But he's not looking away and I'm unable to hold my breath indefinitely.Even though there are tons of people milling around, jostling or knocking into us, it feels as if it's just the two of us. I swear I can feel the enticing lure of him. As if I'm somehow drawn to him against my will. There's something indescribable about Roan that attracts both men and women and holds them captivated.Needing to break the spell he's woven around me, I shake my head to clear it before ripping my attention away from his. I need to force out my apology and then get the hell out of here before my brain turns to mush. The way his gaze licked over my body is enough to have me spontaneously combusting on the spot. Liquid heat is already gathering in a place I'd rather not think
It's been said that Roan King kisses and fucks just like he plays football-with an amazing amount of skill, finesse, and single-minded determination. *big sigh* Oh, how I'd love to find that out firsthand... KingOfCampus.com"Are you being serious with me right now?"Lexie is lying on her stomach in the middle of my bed flipping through the latest issue of Vogue. Vogue is her fashion bible and she treats everything written within there as if it were gospel. Since I get a free stylist out of it, I'm not going to complain. Lexie is as passionate about fashion as I am about dance. So, we have a pretty good understanding of each other.Trying to be sneaky, I offhandedly mentioned my date with Finn while she was immersed in her magazine. I was hoping she wouldn't be paying too much attention. Unfortunately, she heard me loud and clear. As soon as I mentioned the F-word, she bolted up into a sitting position before skewering me with a hard-edged glare.I ended up telling her abo
The confusion I'm feeling must be written all over my face because in the next breath he says, "This is going to happen between us, Ivy."Almost frantically, I shake my head. "No."Slowly quirking a brow, he grins down at me. "You didn't enjoy that, sweetheart?" Before I can even formulate an answer, he continues, his voice all low and sexy. The cadence of it strums something deep inside me. "Because I'm kind of thinking you did." He lays a gentle kiss at the corner of my lips before whispering, "You were moaning into my mouth, practically begging me for more."Lying at this point would only make me look foolish. Not to mention a huge ass liar. And I may be an idiot for allowing this to unfold between us, but I'm not a liar. "It has nothing to do with enjoying that kiss and everything to do with not being the kind of girl you're used to hooking up with."Even though it's the last thing I want to do, I untangle myself from him as the elevator doors slide open. I'm about to
Apparently, someone enjoyed a pomegranate and berry smoothie today. Thanks for the update Chad ;) We can always count on you to keep us in the know! KingOfCampus.com"Hi," I give the older woman sitting behind the front desk a full wattage smile, "is Ivy around?"She blinks a few times before a cheeky grin pulls up the corners of her mouth. "Well, hello there, handsome."I can't help but laugh in response.Wanting to get a better look at me, she leans across the front desk. Her gaze takes a leisure tour before coming back to rest on my face. "I know who you are."For one ridiculous moment, I wonder if Ivy has mentioned me to this woman. Don't ask why the notion of her talking about me sends a little thrill slicing through me, but it does."You're Roan King. Wide receiver for the Barnett Bulldogs. I just read an article about you in the newspaper. First game of the season yesterday and you all but crushed Ohio."I smile even though something that feels suspiciously like
Unable to help myself, my gaze slides appreciatively over her body as she turns away from me. A few seconds later, she's jogging over to the corner of the studio where her bag is lying against the wall. She slips off her black ballet shoes before pulling on an oversized T-shirt and pair of leggings. Sliding her feet into a pair of shoes, she then shoves the ballet slippers into her bag.I seriously can't believe how hot this girl is. And watching her dance, that only kicks it up a hundred notches. Unfortunately, I have a semi-aroused situation going on in my jeans. God forbid I actually stiffen all the way up while we're walking out of here. It's doubtful that Ivy would be flattered by my lust. She'd probably refuse the ride back to the apartment.I try focusing on things that are in no way related to Ivy...or dancing...or long caramel colored hair...or skintight leotards. Damn it.Instead, I focus on the season opener we played yesterday. I think about the arms and ches