Romancing the R.A. (Campus Crush series) Read Free Page A

all of that?”
     
    “Every word. R.A., son of the dean, wanted you to lick his ice cream cone.” She says the last part slowly, emphasizing each word.
     
    “Shut up. He didn’t mean it like that.” Did he?
     
    “Sure he didn’t, and I didn’t give Mr. Freckles a fake number.”
     
    “Let’s just find a seat, okay?” I don’t want her cheapening my encounter with…Man, I really need to find out what his name is.
     
    She motions to a table near the door, and we sit down. I dig into my mashed potatoes and try to think about anything but him.
     
    “When are you going to see him again?” Julia asks, knowing exactly what’s on my mind—or should I say who ?
     
    I shove another forkful of mashed potatoes into my mouth to avoid answering. The truth is I want to see him again. I want to know what his name is, if he’s a good kisser…
     
    “Oh, so you’re going to ignore me now?”
     
    Like that ever works with her. “There’s just nothing to talk about as far as he’s concerned.” Not yet anyway.
     
    Julia gives me a look and I know she doesn’t believe me, but she lets it go and pushes her tray aside. “The food in this place sucks. How was the yogurt?”
     
    The yogurt. I picture his face when he said he’d bet twenty dollars that I’d make myself a cone and a mug of sprinkles. He was so right. It’s all I can think about. Well, other than him.
     
    “Good.” Really good.
     
    Julia gets up and motions for me to follow. We dump our garbage and return our trays before making our way over to the yogurt station.
     
    “So how do we do this?” Julia asks. I know she saw everything, but she wants to see my reaction. Figure out how I really feel about him.
                 
    Without a word, I make our cones and grab two mugs full of sprinkles. I look around for any sign of him, but he must have left already. I can’t even mask my disappointment, and I’m not sure I’m in the mood for yogurt anymore.
                 
    “What, not as good as last time?” Julia asks. “Is it the company?”
                 
    “Seriously, you’re reading way too much into the yogurt.” Apparently, so had I. If he really thought I’d go back for yogurt, wouldn’t he have stuck around? Why does he keep flirting with me and then disappearing?
                 
    We start back toward our seats, when Julia’s head whips around. Before I can see what it is that got her attention, she says, “I’ll be right back,” and takes off in a hurry.
                 
    “Where are you—?”
                 
    “I told you you’d come back.” The words are a mere whisper behind me, and he’s so close his breath sends tingles down my neck.

 
    Chapter Three
    I turn around a little too quickly, and my cone smashes into his chest. His rock hard chest. “Oh my God! I’m so sorry.” I set my mug and cone down on the nearest table and look around for napkins. There aren’t any, but I see a guy two seats over bringing a napkin to his mouth. I reach for the napkin, ripping it from his hand. “Sorry. Emergency.” I turn and wipe the yogurt from—what is his name?
                 
    He smiles and places his hand on top of mine. I stop wiping his shirt and stare into his blue eyes, nearly melting on the spot. “You stole a napkin for me. I’m touched.”
                 
    I’d steal more than that for him. “I didn’t see any others around.”
                 
    He laughs. “Resourceful. That will come in handy in college.”
                 
    “Right.” My body feels like it’s on fire. He must think I’m a klutz in addition to being a hillbilly with no direction. I might as well let Julia go for him. I’ve officially ruined my chances.
                 
    “I meant that as a compliment, but it looks like I’ve offended you.”
                 
    “No. I’m just…embarrassed.”