Piccola Smith is done with the dating scene. In reality. She’s had it up her throat, dealing with heavily flawed n, and being tossed about like she ant nothing. She knew her worth, and she wasn’t going to let any male put her down.
So she does the next-best thing. Get herself a battery-operated boyfriend. The world is going global, and maybe, just maybe, technology might solve this little problem of hers.
But things go south when she mistakenly sends her new, technological boyfriend to her new boss. Having him open it is scary enough, but having him deliver it to her? Disastrous.
That’s until he makes her a deal she can’t refuse.
Blake Camden may have gotten her order by accident, but he’s not willing to give it up just yet. In fact, the only way he’s going to let her keep it, is if she shows him how she uses it.
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1: Piccola.
"How did I know I’d find you here?" Liam says as he drops down in the little tal chair next to mine.
He’s wearing his jersey again today, and I’m starting to wonder if he owns any other shirts. I quickly close my book and turn to him. Why is he even here? I’m going to have to find a new spot to kill ti while I wait for Lexi to get out of her class. Mine ends around twenty minutes before hers does, so I’m always here.
"Because this is my spot?" I push my glasses up my nose and take a drink of my cocoa so I don’t have to speak more.
I always buy one so I don’t feel bad occupying one of the tables. I have them put it in one of the to-go coffee cups so no one knows that I’m drinking hot chocolate, heavy on the marshmallows. Coffee has never been my thing, and I have no idea how people choke it down. Especially when cocoa is an option.
"It sure is." He smirks at , and I wonder if his expression is supposed to make swoon. It definitely doesn’t.
This is my second year at Kingston University. When I was a freshman, Liam was a junior. He’s more of a player off the football field than on, which is ridiculous because he’s the star quarterback. He helped the team take the school to state last year, and they likely will again this year. It only goes to show how much he gets around, and unfortunately, he’s suddenly got his sights set on .
I curse the day I caved to my mom’s wishes and pledged to Delta Phi Sigma. I wish I could take it back, and now I’m wondering if I actually can. Are people allowed to drop out, or do you have to wait for them to say they’re not accepting you? I’ll die if I sohow get in.
Getting in would an leaving my dorm, which would really blow. I’ve been banking on not getting in. So much so that I spilled all the la things about so the sorority will think I’m a dud and scratch right off their list. One of those things was still being a virgin.
What I hadn’t planned on was that while it might make a dud with all the popular fun sorority girls over at Delta Phi Sigma, I hadn’t expected it to get around to the male population and suddenly make popular with them.
"Did you need sothing?" I ask, hoping to move this along so I can get back to my book.
"I only wanted to sit with a pretty girl." This ti he winks at , and it’s a fight not to cringe. This is so awkward, and I can’t be the only one feeling this. Liam clears his throat, waiting for to say sothing.
"You’re pretty too," I blurt out, sensing the pressure to return so kind of complint. Even if he’s full of utter bull crap.
He doesn’t think I’m pretty. I’ve seen the girls he’s been with. I’m cute with maybe a side of dorky. Unless my roommate Lexi gets a hold of and makes adorable. Lexi is so pretty too, but she’s an artist and can make us look amazing when we feel up to it. She’s got a great sense of style that’s different than everyone else’s.
"Pretty?" He chuckles before silence falls over the table once again.
As people pass our table outside of the small coffee shop on campus, they glance our way. They’re probably wondering why Liam is sitting with , and so might even know who I am if they know my last na.
"You’ve been reading this book for a while now." Liam makes a grab for it, but sohow I beat him to it. He really is paying attention. I need to update my book sleeve, I suppose.
"Slow reader," I lie, pushing my glasses up my nose again.
"I’ve never read him before. Any good?" he asks. Damn it, why is he pushing to have a conversation?
"Yeah, it’s good."
I did read the Joe Hill book when I got it, but the truth is while I enjoy most of his stuff, I enjoy the sleeves of his books more. I can slide them over other books and hide what I’m really reading. I’ve been doing it since freshman year of high school when I got made fun of for my reading choices. Sure, I could use my Kindle, but I still enjoy the feeling of a book in my hands.
"Are you going to the party at Delta Phi Sigma this Friday?" Liam asks.
"I think I have to." Or I at least have to help set up or whatever, but hopefully I can dip out after.
I should go and be horrible at everything they ask to do to make sure I don’t make the cut. I wish I could blow it off altogether, but my own stupid personality tics ensure that I’ll be there. Being late drives insane, which only makes double insane for caring if I’m late to sothing I’m trying to get kicked out of.
"How about I swing by Hayden Hall Friday night and pick you up? We can go together. You’re on the second floor, right? Unit 2 or 3?" I stare at him for a second. How the hell does he know all that?
"We’re going to be late." Lexi snags my cup from off the table, and I’m relieved that she’s here at the perfect ti. "Co on." She doesn’t give Liam the ti of day, and right now, I love her with all my heart.
We struck gold the day we got rood together. Lexi is a freshman and here on a partial scholarship. She gives no shits about who is popular or if they co from money or not. She wouldn’t even know Liam’s na if not for complaining about him to her.
"Sorry, I’ve got to go." I hop up from my seat and grab my bag as I slip my book into it at the sa ti.
"All right." Liam gives Lexi a dirty look, and I can tell he’s hating that she isn’t sparing him a glance. "See you later," I hear him say as Lexi links her arm with mine and hurries away from him.
"I get to keep this, right?" Lexi takes another sip from my cup.
"You earned that," I laugh. "Hell, I owe you a dozen. Where the hell did you even co from?"
"Got out early and tracked you down." She tosses the empty cup into the trash before pulling out her phone and key card to let us into the building. "Told you we needed to share locations on our phones."
Lexi actually just got an iPhone since I forced my old one on to her when my mom sent a new one. It took so pushing, but I finally got her to take it. Now she’s obsessed with it.
"He’s not backing down," I sigh as we take the stairs up to our floor.
"Well, soon you’re going to rid yourself of that virginity anyway, so he can go kick rocks."
"Whatever." Heat fills my cheeks. "You’re a virgin too."
I wish I could care less what other people said about , like Lexi, because she doesn’t give two shits. When I’d let it slip about still being a virgin, the comnts rolled in from the other girls in the sororities and other pledges. I hadn’t missed one mumbled comnt about no one wanting to have sex with . Ouch.
"Who cares about the virginity thing? I’m concerned about this orgasm thing." This is the tenth ti she’s bringing this up. "I might not be having sex, not that anyone can bla when people like..." She pauses, and her brows pull up as she thinks.
"Liam?" I offer.
"Right. That boys like him are the option around these parts." I snort a laugh. "That doesn’t an I can’t take care of myself. I an, how do you not? You got hooked on these romance books. I don’t know how you read them and not have to handle your own lady business sotis."
A pretty blonde walking past gives us the side eye, making my blush grow. Sex is not sothing I grew up talking about. I’d gone to boarding school while Lexi lived in a group ho. My mom never gave any kind of sex talk. Ever.
"It’s hard," I admit as she opens the door to our dorm room. Truthfully, it was the love in those books that made ache more than anything.
"I thought it was coming today?" Lexi looks around for a delivery box.
"So did I." We’d passed the mailboxes on the way in. If I had a delivery, there would have been a note on the box to pick it up at the front office, but there was nothing.
"Check the shipping," Lexi says.
I drop my bag on the floor next to my desk before I bump my mouse to wake my computer. I’d asked my parents to send another computer when I realized Lexi always went to the library to use one. I told Lexi I like having one that stayed in the room and one I kept in my bag. I knew she wouldn’t take the computer If I tried to give it to her. My plan worked, and besides, I enjoy her being in the room with rather than being stuck in the library.
Lexi flops back onto her bed on the other side of the room. "When do you start that internship?" she asks, rolling to her side.
"Tomorrow."
"Bunch of bullshit. You have to work for free? I don’t understand this." She shakes her head.
"Yep," I sigh.
It’s going to suck. At so point, I’m going to have to stand up to my parents. The control they have over the direction of my life only seems to tighten as I get older.
"Will you have to work with your pops?"
"I really hope not." I cringe. I hope I get stuck in so room filing papers or sothing.
It’s because of him I got the internship to begin with at Finance & Legal BNC. It’s now one of the biggest and fastest growing companies in Arica. My father has been working there for a while now since the owner and CEO of BNC snatched him up from another company years back. I rember my father being a bit on the fence about taking the job because the owner was young, but the company was thriving. He’d taken the leap, and we had to move across the country for him to take the job. My father has always been good with numbers, and even though I am too, I hate them.
BNC started offering internships last year, and I’d wiggled my way out of it my freshman year. Now my father is relentless about it, so I didn’t have much of a choice. I applied, and I’m sure my father asked to make sure I got one of the three spots. I think the other two went to seniors.
I’m pretty sure the owner, Blake Camden, went to Kingston University and that’s why my father pushed to go here. It’s also why Kingston got the internship programs.
"It says delivered," I tell her when I pull it up.
"Well, it’s not here." Lexi hops up from her bed and cos over to the computer to see for herself. "How ssed up would it be if soone stole your vibrator?" She laughs.
"Wait." My eyes drop to the delivery address, which isn’t mine. I gasp. This isn’t happening "No!" I shake my head.
"That’s awkward," Lexi supplies as I try and not die of embarrassnt.
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