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Of course, Vas noticed. “Giving me head turned you on?”

“Yes,” she admitted and didn’t even blush. Brownie points for her.

A ghost of a smile appeared on his lips. “I like that. That’s not always the case. Roll onto your back, peel off those panties, and spread your legs.” He got up from the bed as soon as she moved. “Gonna clean up. Be right back.”

She watched him disappear into the bathroom and turn on the water. Then she quickly got to work peeling out of her panties.

Needless to say, it was another hour or so before they started the third movie.

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“Miss Hayden?”

Anna looked up from her phone when her name was called. “Yes, that’s me.” She stood, following the woman who would be her academic advisor for the next two years into her office.

Mrs. Ambrose took a seat behind her desk and started typing on her computer. “I see here you have your associate in education.” She looked over at Anna and smiled. “You’d like to become a teacher?”

“Yes. At the elementary level.”

Mrs. Ambrose nodded and typed more on her computer. Soon, her printer came to life and she removed the piece of paper that it spit out. “Here’s a list of the classes you’ll need to take to earn your bachelor’s degree. Notice you have multiple choices in a few of the categories.” She picked up a pencil and handed it across the desk. “Circle the classes you’re most interested in.”

Anna went through the list, picking her top choices then handed the paper back.

“Perfect,” she said after scanning the list.

She started typing again and after a few minutes a frown formed between her brows.

“Is there a problem?”

Anna’s question seemed to startle her as she quickly glanced up. “Oh, sorry. I just noticed you received a scholarship.”

“Yes. Is there a problem with it?” Anna’s stomach sank. This was the point where she’d find out it had all been a joke and be told she couldn’t attend classes and would need to move out of her new apartment.

“No. There’s no problem,” she was quick to reassure.

Anna exhaled a sigh of relief.

After another few seconds of staring at her screen, Mrs. Ambrose shook her head and smiled again. “Sorry. I was just a bit curious. I’ve never heard of the Devana Foundation.” She waved a hand. “But with all the scholarships out there, who can keep track, am I right?” She laughed.

Anna replied with a weak chuckle, then said, “The Devana Foundation. That’s who funded my scholarship?”

“Appears so.” A few seconds later, her printer spit out another piece of paper. “You’re all set.” She held out a class schedule and Anna took it, scanning down the page. “Classes start May thirtieth. There’s a list of the books you’ll need at the bottom.”

Anna stood. “Thank you.”

Mrs. Ambrose smiled. “I’m always here if you need me.”

Anna left the office, her thoughts still on the Devana Foundation. She typed the name into Google on her way to the student bookstore but couldn’t find a listing for it even after a few pages of search.

Weird.

Shrugging it off, she shoved her phone back into her pocket and entered the campus bookstore.

Anna spent a good half hour roaming the aisles and was just plucking the last of the books she would need from a shelf when she heard her name called. She turned to see Sabrina, a formerfriend and co-worker from the country club, a few feet down the aisle.

“I thought that was you,” she said, closing the distance between them. “Funny running into you here of all places.”

“Why is that funny?” Anna asked and it might have come out a little bitchy, but deep wounds healed slowly, and she was still hurt that Sabrina hadn’t stuck up for her, knowing full well she’d been innocent.

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