Page 12 of Vicious Intentions

“I think it’s fabulous.” My tone was flat.

“What’s wrong?” she asked, her face falling.

I folded my arms. “I think someone has been in our suite more than once.”

She opened then closed her mouth, her eyes wider than before. “Why would you think that?”

“There was a rose petal on my nightstand just like the one I found a few weeks ago. And a pair of my panties has gone missing.”

I wasn’t certain how she’d react, but when she smiled and rolled her eyes, I was surprised. “Oh, come on. Why would anyone come into a dorm room?”

That was the question. “Have you seen any evidence of cameras?”

“Of course not! Girl. I think you’re just overstressed and I know you’ve been working yourself to death. You’ll find your undies tomorrow. Now, can we go have a little fun?”

Maybe she was right. I’d slept maybe three hours a night for weeks.

“You’re right. So, will you help me with my makeup and hair?”

Kelly beamed. “I would love to.”

CHAPTER 4

Sage

Storms.

Why did the flash of lightning add to the continued snippets of fear that kept me on edge?

The first rumble of thunder occurred as Kelly was driving through the gates of the Elite’s estate, the guard giving us both a onceover. The ominous clouds building in the sky left me with knotted nerves in my stomach.

“Jesus. I hate thunderstorms,” I said absently as I glared out the window.

“You’re still jumpy. Wait until we get inside. The house is to die for.”

“How many times have you been here?”

She shrugged. “A few.”

That’s what I thought. She didn’t seem to take her college life seriously. Maybe the rumors were true and that this was the college of choice to find a wealthy husband.

Shut your mouth, Sage Winters. That’s not nice.

I bit back a chuckle.

“I’m glad you wore your contacts,” Kelly added, an obvious attempt to change the subject.

I felt naked without my glasses, used to hiding behind the thick frames. To most of the students, I was just a plain jane nerd behind ugly glasses and baggy clothes. “I decided to be someone else tonight.”

My thoughts drifted to my filthy story once again, and I tingled inside. I had no idea why the thought of being dominated by a man thrilled me. I couldn’t imagine it in real life. I guess that’s what fantasies were made for.

“There you go. That’s my bestie. This is going to be so much fun,” she said as she was given the go ahead to drive onto the estate.

“The Elite are certainly cautious about who they allow in.”

“They have every reason to be. They are the cream of the crop for our future.”

Why did her words sound so practiced? As if she was spouting a required mantra.

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