#LUCKY (The Empire Series Book 2) by Nicole Hite Read Free Book Online Page A
Authors: Nicole Hite
mustang, the two were ready to make the most out of their escapade to Beckley.
"Nice fucking car," Sam exclaimed as she ran her hand across the refurbished leather.
"Thank you! It was my father's. I idealized him as a child. He spent seven years restoring this baby."
Sam could make out an undertone of sorrow in her voice, but didn't want to press the issue for fear of displeasing Quinn.
"Well, it's beautiful. I would love to have a Betty like this to call my own."
"Why don't you have a car...if you don't mind me asking?"
"Never felt the need to get one. Everyone I knew had one, so why hassle?"
"Valid point, but what if you need to get somewhere important? I'm not sure Ariel would be too pleased to pick you up late night at a bar."
"Taxi or Uber are on speed dial, Sweetie. Don't worry, I have all of my bases covered," Sam laughed as she pulled out her documents for the assignment.
"Tell me about the project? Tell me we get to do an expose on the male swim team's speedos?"
"Not entirely. Have you ever heard of Demi Pepper?" Sam inquired, as she looked Quinn's way.
"You're kidding, right? She's only the next big thing in fashion design. To think they are concealing her away at Beckley gives me the chills."
"How have I not heard of this girl? She appeared to keep herself under the radar for the most part."
"No clue, she's prevalent in the fashion community, but she hasn't gone mainstream, so no one really knows anything about her. She's an enigma."
As Quinn pulled up to Beckley, Sam had somehow convinced her to park near the Communications department. Her excuse, "It'll make it easier to get out after we're done." Quinn wasn't convinced, but skated into the tiny spot regardless.
The two walked into the, now crowded, hallways. Class was dismissed and the halls were flooded with hipsters, sorority girls, and computer nerds. Their unnecessary amounts of perfume to mask the scent of last night's debauchery, assaulted Sam's senses.
"I need to make a quick stop in a classroom before we head over to the design building. You okay with that?"
"Sure thing. I am your servant to do with as you will," Quinn chuckled.
"Thanks, babe."
Sam stopped a peppy coed in the entrance, "Excuse me, but do you know where Mr. Flannery’s classroom is? He teaches..."
"Integrated Marketing Communications, trust me, I know," the coed responded dreamily.
"Yes, that would be him," Sam retorted almost sounding like a desperate sorority girl herself.
"He's in room 616, at the end of the hallway."
"Thank you, sweetheart."
"Sure thing."
"Mr. Flannery? Why do I get the feeling this isn't a business call? What happened to, ‘Work, then play?’"
"I already have a full time gig, furthermore, who says I can't break the rules every once in a while," she grinned as they approached the room.
Just as they were about to reach their destination, Sam caught sight of the raciest coed she had ever seen. This girl had to be six feet tall with legs longer than the typical women. She wore skinny jeans, heels, and a much too tight tank nearly exposing her goodies to Declan.
Leaning in toward Declan's ear, she slipped him a sheet of paper. She had a devilish grin smeared across her face as she let her fingers linger a little too long in his palm. Declan searched the area with a thwarted look on his face, hoping no one saw their contact.
I guess those jokes about professors sleeping with their students wasn't too far from the truth. How had she been so stupid? She should have known better than to try and make something of her chance encounter with this Irish stranger.
Before releasing her grip on Declan's fingertips, she leaned in to whisper in his ear, followed by a kiss on the cheek.
A lthough they had swapped numbers , and pictures, for that
"Nice fucking car," Sam exclaimed as she ran her hand across the refurbished leather.
"Thank you! It was my father's. I idealized him as a child. He spent seven years restoring this baby."
Sam could make out an undertone of sorrow in her voice, but didn't want to press the issue for fear of displeasing Quinn.
"Well, it's beautiful. I would love to have a Betty like this to call my own."
"Why don't you have a car...if you don't mind me asking?"
"Never felt the need to get one. Everyone I knew had one, so why hassle?"
"Valid point, but what if you need to get somewhere important? I'm not sure Ariel would be too pleased to pick you up late night at a bar."
"Taxi or Uber are on speed dial, Sweetie. Don't worry, I have all of my bases covered," Sam laughed as she pulled out her documents for the assignment.
"Tell me about the project? Tell me we get to do an expose on the male swim team's speedos?"
"Not entirely. Have you ever heard of Demi Pepper?" Sam inquired, as she looked Quinn's way.
"You're kidding, right? She's only the next big thing in fashion design. To think they are concealing her away at Beckley gives me the chills."
"How have I not heard of this girl? She appeared to keep herself under the radar for the most part."
"No clue, she's prevalent in the fashion community, but she hasn't gone mainstream, so no one really knows anything about her. She's an enigma."
As Quinn pulled up to Beckley, Sam had somehow convinced her to park near the Communications department. Her excuse, "It'll make it easier to get out after we're done." Quinn wasn't convinced, but skated into the tiny spot regardless.
The two walked into the, now crowded, hallways. Class was dismissed and the halls were flooded with hipsters, sorority girls, and computer nerds. Their unnecessary amounts of perfume to mask the scent of last night's debauchery, assaulted Sam's senses.
"I need to make a quick stop in a classroom before we head over to the design building. You okay with that?"
"Sure thing. I am your servant to do with as you will," Quinn chuckled.
"Thanks, babe."
Sam stopped a peppy coed in the entrance, "Excuse me, but do you know where Mr. Flannery’s classroom is? He teaches..."
"Integrated Marketing Communications, trust me, I know," the coed responded dreamily.
"Yes, that would be him," Sam retorted almost sounding like a desperate sorority girl herself.
"He's in room 616, at the end of the hallway."
"Thank you, sweetheart."
"Sure thing."
"Mr. Flannery? Why do I get the feeling this isn't a business call? What happened to, ‘Work, then play?’"
"I already have a full time gig, furthermore, who says I can't break the rules every once in a while," she grinned as they approached the room.
Just as they were about to reach their destination, Sam caught sight of the raciest coed she had ever seen. This girl had to be six feet tall with legs longer than the typical women. She wore skinny jeans, heels, and a much too tight tank nearly exposing her goodies to Declan.
Leaning in toward Declan's ear, she slipped him a sheet of paper. She had a devilish grin smeared across her face as she let her fingers linger a little too long in his palm. Declan searched the area with a thwarted look on his face, hoping no one saw their contact.
I guess those jokes about professors sleeping with their students wasn't too far from the truth. How had she been so stupid? She should have known better than to try and make something of her chance encounter with this Irish stranger.
Before releasing her grip on Declan's fingertips, she leaned in to whisper in his ear, followed by a kiss on the cheek.
A lthough they had swapped numbers , and pictures, for that