Foolproof (Drexler University, #2)

“An Oreo feast fit for a princess. And for the first course, we have Oreo brownies.” I slid the plate to the center of the table. Jules’s eyes widened.

“DeShane. You know the way straight to a girl’s heart.” She picked up a brownie and popped it in her mouth. I stared at those damn perfect lips as she chewed, wishing I was the dessert right about now. She closed her eyes and let out a sexy little moan, indulging in her sugar-fueled ecstasy.

“I thought I’d already gotten to your heart.”

“Yes, but this definitely helps.” She said, her mouth full.

I shook my head. I didn’t think I could love her any more than I already did, but each day, she did something to make me fall a little more. Call me a pansy for admitting that, but I was head over heels for this girl and proud of it. “Just wait for the next course.”

“Shit, there’s more?”

I nodded.

“I’m gonna need to unbutton my pants if I eat any more.”

“I can help you with that.” I lifted my brow suggestively.

“You’re sick.”

I gave her a wink. “You love it. Wait right here. Course two coming right up.” I got up and went to the kitchen, plugging my phone into the portable speakers I’d set up.

“You’re killing me softly with anticipation.” Peach called from the dining room.

These past six months had been the best. I’d gotten the internship at Humboldt—a paid one at that. They’d been paying for me to take classes at Drexler, and some of my core classes from Baylor transferred as I worked my way toward a degree in fish and wildlife protection. Humboldt had been so impressed with my work that they’d surprised me by offering me a permanent full-time position. Dad and I were still on good terms, and I was getting ready to move out soon and live in an apartment with Blake once he graduated.

I clicked on the playlist that I’d made for tonight, a mix of eighties and nineties music. As soon as it started playing, Jules let out a squeal.

“I thought this was supposed to be a romantic date, not a torture sesh.”

“It’s mood music.” Not really, but I had to get a rise out of her somehow.

She’d been doing really great lately— loved her athletic training classes and had a blast with her practicum with the football team. She was on speaking terms with her mom and dad. A phone call every few weeks. She was much happier now that they’d finally wised up and stopped guilt-tripping her.

“Just as long as you don’t sing, we’ll be good.” She poked me in the side as I set down the next plate.

“You don’t like my singing?”

A pained look crossed her face. “You’re horrible.”

“That’s it, no Oreo truffles for you.”

She reached for the plate, but I snatched it up before she could reach it and held it over my head.

She pushed back from the table and shot up from the chair, trying to get the plate. “You’re really going to punish me by denying me dessert?” Even on her tippy toes and her arms fully extended, she couldn’t reach the truffles. My pint-sized sugar fiend.

“I’ll save the punishment for later,” I whispered in her ear.

She shuddered against me, her arms wrapping around my waist. “Is that a sleeve of Oreos in your pants or are you just happy to see me?”

I set the plate down on the table and pulled her closer. “Come and find out.”

She shook her head and smiled. “I love you.”

“Love you, too.”

We never made it to the third course, but who needed Oreos when I had Peach?



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Acknowledgments

My head is still spinning from how fast this book turned from a draft to a polished book. I always get nervous writing my acknowledgements because I feel like I’m going to leave someone out. So let me say this: thank you to everyone who has given encouraging words, feedback on my book, bought my book, or just given a smile that brightened my day.

Okay, phew, I feel better. On that note, here are some people I am forever grateful for:

My fabulous agent, Courtney Miller-Callihan. Thank you for always being in my corner and giving me great writing advice and peace of mind when I need it the most.

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