On the surface, Fleur Marceaux has it all. If only the facade matched reality. With one year left at the International School in London, Fleur’s struggling to graduate, her love life is a mess, and she can’t stop thinking about Max, her ex-boyfriend’s best friend. But all that pales compared to the blackmailer determined to destroy her.
There’s a social hierarchy at the International School and Max Tucker is outside the velvet ropes. After watching Fleur break his friend’s heart, Max knows to stay away from trouble, despite the crush he’s had on her since freshman year. But when they’re partnered on a project, Max learns there’s more to Fleur than meets the eye, and she just might be worth
the wild ride. The more time they spend together, the further Max falls. And when a kiss awakens a passion Fleur never imagined, she’s unable to resist Max, who she had thought was all wrong for her but might be the only thing that’s right. But will he stand by her when her secrets are revealed?
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Anticipation filled me, buzzing through my senses, lighting me up more than the champagne, the music, and the glitzy club. There was bewilderment in his tone, but also a spark, one I hadn’t felt in years.
I took another step closer, loving the flare of awareness reflected back in his eyes. I didn’t know where I was headed, or what I’d do when I got there, but I had to move.
I stopped when I was so close that our legs touched, mine bare against the scratchy denim of his pants. Max sucked in a breath, and the air seemed to grow heavy between us. My throat tightened as I longed to reach out.
“I figured you’d be here,” I confessed, my voice a whisper pushing for release.
It was late, most of the International School was sleeping, and we were here in this nearly deserted corner of the library, two people who couldn’t have been further from a natural fit. It was a night for the impossible to become possible.
“You came here looking for me?”
There was that voice again, and that accent that was cute on Maggie and something else entirely on Max—gravelly, deep, rough, undeniably male.
Max swallowed, and the disbelief in his voice, and in his eyes, pulled at me in a way nothing had before. There was a vulnerability to him I’d never seen. It spoke to the side of me that hadn’t been okay in a long time.
I shrugged, struggling for nonchalance, trying to pretend my heart wasn’t beating a million beats a minute. And then he rose from the chair, slowly, surprisingly graceful for his size, and any hope I had of control completely disappeared.
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