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change real quick.”
    Despite her parents being total control freaks, Brooke had always been close with her mom, and she would miss spending time with her once in college. Of course, her mother would only be a phone call away; but still, it would be bittersweet to be out on her own.

CHAPTER 2
     
    “Whoa!” Nick held up his hand and accidently smacked his friend on the chest. “Who the hell is that?”
    “Dude, get your hands off me.” Kyle shoved Nick’s hand away.
    “Dibs!” Nick grinned and made his way across the dining hall toward the auburn haired beauty sitting in the corner. She was gorgeous, and Nick knew right away that he had to have her.
    “Hey, wait up!” Kyle chased after him. “You can’t call dibs without pointing out who first.”
    “Her.” Nick pointed. She flipped her hair over her shoulder, and he got a glimpse of her profile, which to him looked perfect. “Come on.” He weaved around the tables until he stopped at hers. Without waiting for an invitation, he pulled out a chair and sat. “Hey,” he said with a confident, arrogant smile.
    “Uh, hi,” she said with a slight attitude. “Can we help you?”
    “Yeah, you can go out with me tonight.” Nick searched her face. Big blue eyes, pert button-like nose, full lips. Oh yeah, she was exactly his type. His cock was getting hard just thinking about how right she was. He shifted in his chair, trying to ease the sudden discomfort in his groin.
    She laughed, surprised, and then quickly clamped her lips. “Sorry.”
    Man, her laugh was fantastic! Light, genuine, fun, vibrant. “So, is that a yes?”
    She propped her elbow on the table and dropped her chin into her hand. “What’s your name?”
    She was making conversation. Then again, women always made conversation with him. Still, it was a good sign. “Nick Benson.”
    “Hello Nick Benson.” She smiled seductively, and he swore his heart stopped for a moment. “I’m Brooke Bailey.”
    “And I’m Jessica Montgomery, in case anyone cares.”
    “I care!” Kyle raised his hand and grinned. Then he took a seat next to Jessica.
    Good. Now that Kyle was occupied with Brooke’s friend, Nick could focus on his ultimate goal: getting a date with Brooke. He gently took her hand into his, caressing her knuckles with his thumb. “So, Brooke Bailey, I’ll pick you up around seven tonight?”
    “You’re a little presumptuous. For all you know, I could have other plans,” she said.
    He cocked a brow. “Do you?”
    She hesitated then faltered. “Um, no, not really but—”
    “Then what’s the problem?” He kept hold of her hand. Her skin was so soft. He couldn’t help but wonder how the rest of her body would feel. He bet it was just as soft, probably softer in places. And warm. Damn, he’d bet his left nut that she was warm in all the right places, too.
    “Nothing,” she said after a moment. “Did you bother to consider I might have a boyfriend?”
    Nick laughed. “Nope.”
    “Well maybe I do.”
    He noticed she hadn’t pulled her hand back nor had she moved away from him. In fact, she was getting progressively closer. “No you don’t.”
    “How could you possibly know that?”
    “Because if you did, he’d be here with you right now.”
    “He’s in class.”
    Nick studied her. She was totally lying. But if she wanted to play this little game, he’d play. He loved games, especially one he knew he’d win. “Okay.” He dropped her hand. “Then for the record, he’s an idiot.”
    “Why?”
    He leaned closer, his face mere inches from hers. Then he lowered his voice to a seductive whisper. “Because if you were my girlfriend, I wouldn’t leave you alone like this to get hit on by guys like me. And trust me, Brooke, guys like me always win.”
    Her eyes twinkled as she licked her lips. Nick’s gaze went straight to them, his own lips tingling with the need to feel hers. “Maybe I like guys like you hitting on me.” She stood. “C’mon, Jess, we’re going

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