"Somebody shoot me."

When I turn to look at Vienna she shrugs, giving me a wide eyed look.

"Rude," I whisper.

"Oh please," she whispers back, rolling her eyes. "We're all thinking it."

"No, you're thinking it," I reply. "Some people actually want to pay attention and learn."

Vienna scoffs but doesn't say anything else, slumping down further in her seat.

Every year for each senior class, our school has a series of notable alumni and or faculty from the Ivy League schools come as guest speakers. Right now all the seniors are gathered in the auditorium as Princeton's Vice President of campus life, Rochelle Calhoun, goes into detail about life on campus. Obviously Yale is my first choice, but Princeton is one of my backup schools so I listen with rapt attention while taking notes.

I get why Vienna doesn't care though. From the moment she'd been conceived her fate had already been decided. She'd be following in her fathers footsteps and attending NYU as a medical major, eventually becoming a surgeon or some other doctor in the field. The funny part is, Vienna is actually insanely smart, she's just good at hiding it. Right now she's at a four point three GPA, but she doesn't want to go med school. However if she told her parents that they'd literally flip.

"This is so boring!" Vienna groans again. I shoot her a look. "Seriously, please tell me something interesting or I might actually fall asleep."

"Like what?"

"Anything to put me out of my misery."

I think for a moment before sighing. "A few days ago Winston invited me over to his office for lunch."

A slow grin spreads across Vienna's face and she sits up. "Ooh. Now this sounds juicy. Tell me more."

I shrug. "We ate lunch."

"And..."

"And-" I bite my lip. "He fingered me."

She covers her mouth to keep from shouting out. After a few seconds she uncovers it. "He fingered you?!" she whisper yells. "In his office?"

I roll my eyes. "No, in the lobby. Yes his office."

"That is so scandalous," she smiles wickedly. "And hot."

I try to hide my own smile and cough. "Anyway, how are you and Danny?"

"Oh yeah. That," she blows out a breath. "Did I ever tell you what happened at the fall fundraiser?"

"Actually, you didn't."

"Well to make a long story short, we're very tentatively testing the waters."

I furrow my brows. "What does that mean?"

"Well I took your advice and was honest about my feelings. Now we're just going with the flow...seeing how we work."

"But does he like you back?"

"Yes but he's not ready for a relationship. And honestly with my parents on my back, I don't think I can manage one right now either."

"But you're exclusive now?"

She chews on her fingernail. "In so many words...yes," Vienna sighs. "It's-"

"-complicated?" I finish. She nods. We both stare at each other.

"Boys."

...

"Wow, I didn't think your place could look even more impressive than a makeshift circus, but I was wrong."

I do a one eighty around the foyer into the living room before passing though to the kitchen. Winston's penthouse is amazing. It looks like something straight out of MTV Cribs: New York Edition.

"Again I can't take any credit," Winston's follows me while shrugging off his jacket. "It was all Cecilia. I couldn't care less for decor."

I trail my fingers along the cool glass countertops. Everywhere is spotless. It's like he doesn't even live here. Hell, his office at work looks more lived in than this.

"I might have to come over more often," I peek over my shoulder at him.

"I wouldn't mind," he grins.

After a mini tour we make our way back to the living room, which is more or less a home theater. It's a Saturday, and with no big plans this weekend I'm free to just relax and chill. I browse over his extensive movie collection, trying to decide what we should watch.

"What are you into?" I ask.

He shrugs. "Anything really. I've watched every movie on there at least once."

"Hmmmm," I murmur, skimming titles. I'm not a big fan of horror, not because I think it's scary but because I think that characters are too stupid. Adventure movies can be fun if the plot is decent, action movies are okay, comedies I can only watch in a particular mood. Romance and chick flicks are always a yes, while thrillers and mysteries are my favorites. The more intense and complicated they are the better.

"Find anything yet? Or do you need a few more years?" Winston jokes.

"Shut up," I respond at the same time my eyes land on my all time favorite movie. I grin. "We're watching this."

Winston glances at the movie I'm holding up. "Legally Blonde?"

"Yes, Legally Blonde. Have you not seen it?"

"Uhh..." he trails off. "No?"

My eyes widen. "You're kidding right? Elle Woods is an icon. She's one of my fictional role models. In my freshman honors English class, we had to write a three page essay on a character in film that inspired us. I chose her, and wrote seven pages. I mean, there's so much to be said for her character and the movie as a whole. And what about the court scene at the end? How could you not have watched this masterpiece?"

"Okay, okay, I get it," Winston holds up his hands. "Don't kill me. It's not even my movie, I'm pretty sure Cecilia left it over."

I smile. "I think I love her even more now."

Popping the movie in I flop back on the couch while Winston makes popcorn and brings us drinks. By the time the movie starts we're snuggled on the couch together, our legs intertwined and eyes glued to the screen.

"You're breaking up with me?" Elle asks in disbelief. "I thought you were proposing."

"Proposing, aha," Warren chuckles. "Elle. If I'm gonna be a senator well, I need to marry a Jackie, not a Marilyn."

"So you're breaking up with me because I'm too...blonde?!"

"N-no, that's not entirely true."

"Then what, my boobs are too big?!"

Everyone in the restaurant starts talking and begins to look over at Warren and Elle. He clears his throat. "They're fine," Warren whispers.

"So when you said you'd always love me you were just dicking around?" Elle's voice begins to rise. As Warren attempts to explain his reasons for breaking up with her she begins to cry dramatically, and soon everyone in the restaurant is looking.

"If he was gonna break up with her why'd he bring her to a fancy restaurant?" Winston comments. "Kind of seems like a dick move to me."

"Because he is a dick," I toss another piece of popcorn into my mouth. "Trust me. He only gets worse."

We continue to watch the movie, and Winston seems to actually be enjoying it. He even laughs at some parts and I secretly smile to myself, peeking at him from the corner of my eye. He's way too cute for his own good.

When the movie is over Winston shakes his head. "Wow. I can't believe I just watched a chick flick. Pretty sure I just lost a huge portion of my manhood."

I slap his chest playfully. "Don't worry, I'm sure you still have a tiny amount left. And don't even try to lie and say you didn't enjoy it."

He smirks. "Only a little. Is it bad that I can see some of Elle Woods in you?"

I smile. "Nope. In fact, that might be in the list of top ten best compliments I've ever received. And I'd much rather be Marilyn than Jackie."

"Why?"

"Because I don't want to be the presidents wife, I want to be the president."

"Well you'd be a smart and pretty sexy president then."

"I know I would be," I pat his chest. "Come on, let's see what that amazing refrigerator of yours holds."

Turns out it holds an entire restaurants worth of ingredients. I'm seriously overwhelmed. Closing the fridge I turn to face Winston.

"Do you even know how to cook?"

He crosses his arms. "I'm insulted. You think because I'm a wealthy guy that I'm spoiled and don't know how to cook?"

I raise a brow.

"Because you'd be absolutely right," he shrugs. "Do you?"

"A bit," I reply. "My mother doesn't, but when I was younger I used to help our cook out all the time." I re-open the fridge again, scanning the ingredients again. "How do you feel about Chicken Tetrazzini?"

"I think anything with chicken in it sounds good."

"Good," I glance around the kitchen and spot two aprons hanging on hooks. I grab them both and toss him one. "Today will be your first cooking lesson."

He grins while tying his apron. "This should be fun."

I gather all the ingredients we'll need and spread them across the counter. Winston puts on music and pours us two glasses of wine. I honestly didn't think someone like Winston would actually even try cooking, but he does and it's hilarious watching him fumble around the kitchen. I have to help him with almost everything, including chopping up vegetables. However he takes my teasing in good stride, even making jokes at his own expense.

"Uh, is the oil supposed to be making those noises?" Winston takes a wary step back from the stovetop. I laugh.

"Yes, just be careful. Sometimes it pops and a tiny drop of oil could hit your skin."

We finish dinner without any major injuries and sit down to eat, laughing and talking about anything and everything under the sun. It's so easy to connect with Winston, and it's like we never run out of conversation. Even silence between us is comfortable.

"I'm in the mood to bake," I say as I rinse off my plate in the sink. "What do you want for dessert?"

"You," I squeal as Winston wraps his arms around my waist, picking me up and spinning me around the room.

"Put me down!" I laugh, feeling both dizzy and giddy at the same time. He does and I try to regain my balance, the room spinning. "I meant something you could actually eat."

Winston smirks. "But I can eat you."

I feel my heart start to pound at the implication. "No, you can't."

"Wanna bet?" He takes a step closer and I take a step back. The atmosphere in the room changes from fun and playful to intense and serious.

"Winston..." I trail off as I'm literally backed into a corner. I don't know why I'm acting like I don't want this. I probably want this more than anything, but my mind and heart are on two completely different pages. My heart says to let this happen, while my mind says not to let him get any closer. In the end neither can come together and make a decision, so I stand there like a porcelain doll as he presses his lips against mine.

I can't decide what I like better. When he's kissing me hard and fast, caught in the heat of lust, or when he's kissing me slowly and sensually—like he is now—running his hands over my body, slowly setting me on fire. I start to lift his shirt over his head and he raises his arms to help me take it off, tossing it on the floor. We continue to kiss, his tongue exploring every inch of my mouth while I glide my hands across the ridges and planes of his chest, skin warm beneath my fingertips.

My shirt comes off next and everywhere he touches I swear the flesh beneath his fingers sizzle, until I'm nearly shivering with desire. I wrap my legs around him and he hoists me up. "Bedroom," he says against my lips and I nod.

I trail my lips down his neck as he carries me upstairs. He groans as he opens the bedroom door and I'm tossed onto a soft mattress. Before I can get my bearings Winston is on top of me, kissing me roughly as his hands go everywhere. He drags my pants off and kisses the inside of my thighs. My center throbs and I try to squeeze my legs closed to relieve some of the pressure. It's a little scary how he's able to take complete control of my body until it feels like it's not even mine anymore.

Winston clucks his tongue in approval, spreading my legs. "So wet...keep your legs open for me love," he glances up at me and winks. "I'm about to have dessert."

My back arches off the bed at the first swipe of his tongue and I cry out. I cover my mouth with my hand as he drags his tongue back up, slowly, torturously, before delving in deeper. He holds my legs open with his hands, and I have no choice but to surrender.

"Ohhhhh...f-fuck," I moan. I swear my eyes roll into the back of my head, and when he sucks my clit into his mouth I come hard, screaming his name. My whole body convulses, not equipped to handle such intense pleasure. I'm panting as I come down from the high.

Did I really just let him do that?

Yes you whore. And you enjoyed every second of it.

Winston comes back up, hovering over me. He smirks. "I told you I could eat you."

I blink up at him, before exhaling and biting my lip to hide my smile.

I hate him.

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