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No

It can’t be He wasn’t supposed to be in this part of Crowne Hall

Each Crowne had their oing, and they stuck to them like someone had demarcated the lines with lava

“You came,” he said

Alar my heart like a bell I know that voice I didn’t want to believe it, but I hadn’t come anywhere Of course it made more sense that I would be mistaken for someone, than that I had a secret admirer

No one admired Story Hale

I wasn’t the girl you looked at; I was the girl behind the girl

“I alondered what you’d kiss like now” He dragged a closed fist down roan strangling his voice nearly toppled me I still had son pointed at

But then my eyes adjusted, and I knew for certain

Blue stared back—the notorious steely blue reserved for al as the ocean on a stormy day at Crowne Beach

I should’ve stopped then Looked away Run away

There’s a rule at Crowne Hall: no servants can look the Crownes in the eyes—ever It was one I’d obeyed religiously Yet I couldn’t avert aze There was a look in his eyes I’d only ever drea

Grayson Crowne, playboy prince, heir to Crowne Industries, was staring back at me It wasn’t to knock books o

ut of h school It wasn’t to kick over my bucket of soapy water while I cleaned his floors Gray Croas looking at me like he wanted me

“You’re so goddamn perfect, you know that?”

He pressed ainst the wall, abs and chest flat with id and sculpted piece of hifuls of air brought him inside me He smelled expensive and heady and unobtainable

“Do you knohat I want frorew hard on my hip, and suddenly I couldn’t speak I sed and shook my head