One Hot Winter Break (Yardley College Chronicles Book 2) Read Free Page A

We dated for almost two years before we made love. I was the one to seduce him, on our last weekend before we left for our respective colleges, at a last-weekend-of-summer party at a friend’s cabin—
    Jonathon’s here.
    A large, sleek black car turns into our driveway. A man in a black suit gets out of the driver’s seat, opens the door to let Jonathon out. For all he likes rebelling against his father, Jonathon looks exactly like Gregory Powell. At least, he looks just like the photos I’ve seen of the billionaire on the internet. Jonathon invested his annual allowance into video gaming start-ups, an independent music business that is entirely online, real estate, successful restaurants and even BDSM clubs. He’s reputedly worth twenty million personally. Ironically, it’s his brother who was supposed to eventually succeed his father at the helm of Powell Industries. But Jonathon’s personal success has prompted his father to change his mind.
    Now the two sons are supposed to compete in the business world, where the winner will take all of the Powell empire.
    Jonathon has refused to play. But I can sense, by the aggressive way he fights to make his own money that he needs to prove himself.
    I swallow hard as he walks up to the front door of our rented, sucky bungalow. The garage of his home near Yardley College is bigger than my house. But when I open the door to him, gaze into his green eyes, see his dimpled, rugged smile, I don’t see any disgust or derision on his face.
    “Hi, Mia,” he says softly. God, his voice should be a flavor of chocolate. It’s like sin for the ears. “I’m glad you changed your mind and decided to come with me. Ready to go?”
    That’s it, of course. No more pre amble. No wasted time. He does come in and introduce himself to my mother. I hold my breath, but Jonathon charms her in an instant. She is dressed for work in a classic diner uniform, her gray-streaked auburn hair tied back in a ponytail. She hugs me, wipes at her eyes, and wishes me Merry Christmas.
    I’ve never spent a Christmas away from her. Only the fact I was supposed to leave her anyway to go to Dad makes me feel okay about going. I hug her tight.
    I’m only going away for a week, but I realize I’m going to leave Milltown forever eventually. One day I’ll hug her like this when I’m leaving for a whole new life.
    Jonathon’s driver grabs my rolling suitcase off the step, and Jonathon—gorgeous in a full length, black wool coat—leads me to the waiting car. At least I have my passport. I got it a year ago, when I turned eighteen and had the crazy idea of convincing Ryan to travel across Europe.
    I know that by going, I’m walking away from Ryan forever. There’s a huge lump in my throat. But I have to move on. And I want to do it with the gorgeous green-eyed man sitting beside me.

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    An hour later, Jonathon and I are settled into the enormous comfortable leather seats on one of the Powell Industries private jets. Champagne has been served by a pretty blond flight attendant. She closes a curtain across our compartment.
    Jonathon unbuckles his seatbelt, even though we’ve been instructed by the pilot to leave them on.
    “There are some rules even you have to follow,” I point out. “You have to listen to your pilot.”
    His green eyes glint wickedly. “True. But first I want to get you ready for the flight. Do you trust me to give you pleasure?”
    Since September when I arrived at Yardley, Jonathon and I have been friends and nothing has ever happened between us because I was staying faithful to Ryan. We’ve never even kissed. Now I can completely let loose.
    I’m here for a week of wild sex. I can live any fantasy I want. I’m here to take risks. “Yes,” I answer.
    “Pull down your jeans,” he instructs.
    I have to undo my seatbelt to obey. I’m wearing a new pair of panties in fluorescent pink that make me look like I have a tan, which is amazing since I’m a redhead. They are almost