My future used to look so promising. I graduated from high school at the top of my class and got into Princeton. But then I flunked out of the Ivy League school. Now I'm prancing around in a skimpy French maid outfit while waiting on sleazy rich guys at Parisian Dream. Ag, more like Parisian Nightmare.
I don't think things could get any worse until I find myself waiting on Gerald Holland, my former best friend. And it turns out he's still a little—okay, very—salty about how I rejected him in high school. But though he acts like he hates me, he also acts like he still wants me...
WORD COUNT: 7,300
Excerpt:
He’s treating me like a charity case. If I had a little more pride, I would tell him to take back his money. But I have a stupid amount of student loans to pay off for my one semester of college, so I keep the cash. '''What do you do nowadays?’ I ask. Gerald definitely had a glow-up after high school. He lost all of his baby fat and now looks like the stereotypical handsome rich guy from a romance novel. Chiseled cheekbones, a strong jaw, and a sleek blond haircut straight out of an expensive salon. His emerald-green eyes are the same though.
‘I design apps,’ he says. ‘I recently sold one to Google for a pretty penny.’
That explains the custom-tailored suit and Rolex.
He grins. ‘Not bad for someone who had a 2.0 GPA in high school, eh?’
‘Not bad,’ I murmur. I should be glad for Gerald—and I am—but his success makes my failure all the more painful. In high school, people expected great things from me and expected nothing from Gerald. Yet I’m a Princeton dropout and he is a Rolex-wearing tech mogul.
‘I bet you regret rejecting me in high school.’
I glare at him. ‘Did you just come here to rub your success in my face?’
‘That’s one reason. The other reason is I had a burning desire to see you in a sexy French maid outfit.’ He glances at my cleavage and legs, making me blush. ‘A wet dream come true.’
I don't think things could get any worse until I find myself waiting on Gerald Holland, my former best friend. And it turns out he's still a little—okay, very—salty about how I rejected him in high school. But though he acts like he hates me, he also acts like he still wants me...
WORD COUNT: 7,300
Excerpt:
He’s treating me like a charity case. If I had a little more pride, I would tell him to take back his money. But I have a stupid amount of student loans to pay off for my one semester of college, so I keep the cash. '''What do you do nowadays?’ I ask. Gerald definitely had a glow-up after high school. He lost all of his baby fat and now looks like the stereotypical handsome rich guy from a romance novel. Chiseled cheekbones, a strong jaw, and a sleek blond haircut straight out of an expensive salon. His emerald-green eyes are the same though.
‘I design apps,’ he says. ‘I recently sold one to Google for a pretty penny.’
That explains the custom-tailored suit and Rolex.
He grins. ‘Not bad for someone who had a 2.0 GPA in high school, eh?’
‘Not bad,’ I murmur. I should be glad for Gerald—and I am—but his success makes my failure all the more painful. In high school, people expected great things from me and expected nothing from Gerald. Yet I’m a Princeton dropout and he is a Rolex-wearing tech mogul.
‘I bet you regret rejecting me in high school.’
I glare at him. ‘Did you just come here to rub your success in my face?’
‘That’s one reason. The other reason is I had a burning desire to see you in a sexy French maid outfit.’ He glances at my cleavage and legs, making me blush. ‘A wet dream come true.’