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shrugged.
    "I've heard working there really sucks. Especially for the janitors."
    The corners of his mouth twitched. "You get my point."
    "Basically, he has the power to blackball you, no matter where you go?"
    "Yep."
    "That's harsh."
    "It is what it is. So, you'll be ready at seven?" He rose and took my empty plate from me.
    "Ten minutes early." I smiled.
    "Perfect." He threw the trash away and then came back. "I'm actually looking forward to the party tonight. Thank you."
    "No, thank you . It sounds like quite the opportunity."
    "I guarantee all your friends will be jealous. Well, I have to get going. See you tonight."
    "Wait."
    "Yeah?"
    "Don't you want to exchange numbers?"
    He twisted a silver ring on his middle finger and his expression tightened. "Right. Of course." He pulled out his phone from his back pocket. The case appeared to be gold plated. He slid his finger around the screen. "What's your number?"
    Feeling stupid, I pulled out mine and went into my contact list to find my number. I told him, and a few moments later, my phone rang. "Got it."
    "Awesome. See you in a few hours."
    "A few?" I exclaimed.
    He glanced at the screen. "Okay, five."
    "See you then." I leaned back and sighed. For someone with no past, things were working out pretty well. I had a date with a gorgeous guy at an exclusive club.
    With nothing remotely close to nice enough to wear.
    Sasha sat in the chair Carter had been in. "Who was the hottie?"
    "Apparently my date tonight."
    She squealed. "Where to?"
    "Somewhere called the Jag. I'm going to need to get a formal dress."
    Her eyes lit up. "Shopping trip!" She pulled me up to standing. We went up to our room to grab our purses and then headed for her car. She rattled on about parties and dances coming up. I wasn't sure how we'd fit any studying or sleeping into our schedules with so many social activities.
    It was nice to have something else to focus on other than my past—or lack thereof.
    I had a blast trying on dresses. Sasha and I snapped pictures of each other in all the ones we liked. I ended up choosing a floor-length teal one with straps that criss-crossed in the back and a shimmery bodice.
    "You're sickeningly beautiful," Sasha said.
    "Uh, thanks?"
    She nudged me and snickered. "That's a compliment."
    "Then you're sickeningly stunning."
    Sasha beamed. "You're the best. What did you think of that white dress on me?"
    "The one with the lace?" I asked and went back into my dressing room.
    "Yeah. Did it look too much like a wedding dress?"
    "Not at all."
    "I'm going to get it. I heard the sororities host formal dances all the time. We can pretend to be potential recruits."
    "Sounds like fun," I agreed. "As long as there aren't any initiations involved."
    "During a dance?" The door closed in the next dressing room. "If that happens, we'll hightail out of there."
    "Okay. I may as well get as much use out of this dress as possible for what it costs."
    When we got back home, the backyard was even more crowded. Landon came in and washed his hands as we passed the kitchen.
    He glanced at me. "I saw you talking to Carter Jag."
    I stumbled into Sasha, unable to believe what I'd just heard. "What did you say?"
    Landon's brows squished together. "I saw you talking with Carter Jag earlier."
    I gasped for air. His last name was Jag?
    Heart thundering, I stared between the two of them. The room spun. I took a deep breath to keep from running out of the room.

Chapter 3
     
    "Yeah," Landon said. "His family owns—"
    "The Jag." I leaned against the wall for support.
    What was the deal with jaguars showing up everywhere?
    "Right. He and all the super-rich kids always hang out together. I've never seen him at any of my parties. In fact, I can't say I've even seen him talking to any of my friends."
    I swallowed. "Interesting. He probably doesn't invite people to parties at the Jag, either, does he?"
    Landon's eyes nearly bulged out of his head. "Did he…?"
    "He's picking me up at seven." I bit my lower