He didn’t even use a knife to scrape and level the mound before he dropped it into the mixing bowl with a white puff. “What are you doing?” I squawked as he scooped up a cup of flour. Even though I totally did not stalk him from afar, being this close to him and having him talk to me…well, it was enough to make me almost forget that he was a spoiled rich boy. My hormones were bouncing all over the place. And besides, there was no way a guy like him was going to kiss a girl like me in the middle of class with fifty other people in the room. I half thought he was going to kiss me but then realized, in my teenage hormone-addled state, that actually, no, he was just reaching for an apron. “No, they don’t,” Weston scoffed, walking over to me. “Cooking is for people, especially women, who have nothing better to do with their silly little lives.” He clicked absently through the text messages on his flip phone. Weston rolled his eyes at me and leaned on the tall counter of our kitchen pod. You might as well make it something delicious.” “Cooking is not mundane,” I snapped at him. When I get older, I’m going to be a billionaire and pay people to do this type of mundane work.” “Why is this a mandatory class? This sucks. Why do I have to learn how to cook?” he complained. You need better taste in men, I chastised myself. I gulped, hoping he didn’t realize I had just been thinking about him. Weston furrowed his brow and glanced at me. He would add a few more inches to his height, his jaw would get stronger, he would grow broader in the shoulders, and his blond hair would darken a bit, but his eyes were going to stay that same steel gray.Įr…I mean, gross! Rich boys, amiright? Ahahaha. Since Weston’s partner, the meanest, prettiest girl in school, Sharla, was gone as well, it meant I was stuck with him.Įven though he was a teenager, I could still see his features shift and settle periodically to give me a glimpse of the man he was going to become. Normally, my home ec partner was my bestie, Elsie, but she was out that day for a doctor’s appointment. Definitely not in school and definitely not when he was paired with me for the afternoon in our home economics class. But only in the safety of my own bedroom. With his blond hair, gray eyes, and personality that screamed “future billionaire sociopath,” I stayed away from him and all his groupies.Īnd, no, I totally didn’t fantasize about him from afar, because that would totally be beneath me. He lived in a big house with his rich older brothers, drove the fanciest cars, and had all the popular girls in school drooling at him and following him around like horny sheep. Yep, while high school was terrible, a small-town high school was its own special blend of incestuous drama and petty, closed-minded individuals. I would rather be on a suicide mission to Mars than sitting in a classroom with no AC next to some of the biggest douches in rural upstate New York. This standalone, full length romantic comedy has no cliffhangers but does have a swoon-worth HEA! It features plenty of steam, the largest selection of hot brothers to ever grace your e-reader, and a heroine totally committed to her revenge plan even if it means sleeping with the enemy! Sex is part of the plan to ruin his life like he ruined mine.īut what if I’m the one who gets caught in the trap? I know men like Weston don’t really change. Though he’s taller, sexier, bigger, I need to stay on my guard. I needed to get one over on the biggest baddest high school bully and prove that I wasn’t the awkward pushover anymore, just like Weston wasn’t the obnoxious teenager anymore. No, I didn’t put poison in their food-I am a jam maker and food is sacred.īut I did plot the most epic plan of revenge. That is until he walks into the restaurant, arm in arm with the high school mean girl, and destroys my safe space. The only consolation of working for free at my Gran’s failing restaurant? Weston freaking Svensson, with whom I’d had a reputation ruining encounter with in high school, wasn’t in town. Probably because I had to move back to my small home town with only broke and reeking of failure. Instead they lead charmed lives while their victims continue to spiral into an anxious ball of junk food and wine fueled self-care. Revenge is best served cold, but Weston is smoking hot!
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