Page 2 of The Enemies With Benefits Deal

I’m going to get it.

No matter the cost.

Paying Jade’s roommate to go into her laptop and delete her class schedule was easy.

Getting the paper copy of the schedule stolen cost a little more, but for the bargain price of five hundred dollars, I might not have to deal with Jade for the rest of the week.

It’s only been two weeks since she joined the class, and her grades are already soaring past mine.

She’s not as empty-headed as I thought, which is going to make winning the internship all the more difficult.

Even though the sex is great, I’m not above a little sabotage.

By the time class is dismissed, Jade comes rushing down the hall, her hair a mess and the hickey I gave her last night barely hidden beneath the gold necklace she wears.

“You’re awful.” She stops in front of me, her arms crossed and her foot tapping on the floor. “Lizzy told me you were the one who wanted my schedules to disappear.”

Smirking, I step closer to her, erasing the space between us. “What’s the problem?”

“What the hell kind of game do you think you’re playing, Grayson?”

I shrug, taking another step and forcing her to take one back. I keep advancing on her until her back is pressed between the wall and my body. “The game where I win.”

Jade pokes her finger into my chest. “You want a war, then you’ve got it.”

Chuckling, I dip my head closer to her, my lips hovering over hers. “Try me, Jade. You have no idea who you’re messing with.”

“I don’t give a damn.” She puts her hand on my chest, pushing me back a step. “It’s time for the rich boy to learn a lesson.”

Hurt flashes across her face for an instant, and I would swear it was never there to begin with if not for the way she pushes away from me and heads down the hall.

A war, huh?

I run out of the library, heading through the courtyard to the back of the sports center.

It’s dark out, but the bright lights down on the football field provide enough light to see by. The crowd roars as the team scores another touchdown.

Looking around, I try to see my informant through the bodies that are milling around the area.

A small woman steps forward, her large glasses perched halfway down her nose. “Grayson Harris?”

I nod, pulling out my phone. “Do you mind if I record our conversation?”

She glances at the phone before nodding. “Sure.”

“Thanks.” I hit the record button, leaning against the brick wall in the shadows beside her. “So, you said you had evidence a professor was selling drugs on campus. Can you elaborate on that?”

Her hands twist together as she looks over her shoulder. “Well, I got a call about a week ago from my friend saying there was a massive party and I had to come.”

I nod, trying to look as encouraging as possible.

This exposé on a professor selling drugs to students is what’s going to cement my internship win. It’s going to be the piece that Professor Mackintosh chooses as the winner. Nobody else has anything that even compares to the lead I have.

The girl swallows hard. “And, well, Jade Harper said to tell you she’s going to win.”

My knuckles turn white as I grip the phone, hitting the button to stop recording with my thumb. “Jade put you up to this?”

The girl nods and takes off into the night, leaving me standing there and putting all the pieces of the puzzle together.

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