She has a broken heart and revenge on her mind…
Last year Karrie was riding high. She had a boyfriend she loved, a softball scholarship, and the best roommate a girl could have.
When it turned out her man was a lying, cheating ballsack, she may have gone off the rails a bit.
Now, it’s a new year and Karrie’s ready to build herself back up and move on to bigger and better things.
Still, a little revenge would go a long way in helping the healing process.
He’s got a plan for revenge that will suit them both…
Ridge is used to being the BMOC. Sergeant of Arms of his frat and the ability to land any chick within snapping distance has made life pretty easy for him.
His home life is another story. He and his brothers are in the middle of a battle between his socialite mother and asshole father.
Ridge is looking for a stand-in to placate his mother and her matchmaking ways, and he has a feeling he’s just met the girl he can perfectly mold.
This makeover has nothing to do with love and everything to do with Karrie and Ridge using each other to get what they want. What starts as a ruse soon becomes an attraction they cannot deny. When it’s all said and done, they’ll both have more to confess than a need for revenge.
I caught a glance of myself in the mirror while I washed my hands, and a giggle escaped my lips.
My flannel shirt was now tied around the waist of my cutoff sweats, so you could see all of the writing on my favorite T-shirt, which showcased different lyrics from Thirty Seconds to Mars songs. Paired with my Docs and completely messy up-do, I looked totally grunge.
Like I’d walked right out of a portal from the nineties.
I swear, I’d seen Crush’s lip curl up when he saw me and Ridge playing beer pong. Which, by the way, Ridge obviously had a lot of experience in, because I was totally smashed and he seemed no worse for the wear.
Wes, on the other hand, had passed out in the corner of the room. Trixie had looked at him with contempt and gone home with a few of the other girls.
Still giggling, I swung open the bathroom door to see Ridge leaning against the wall, arms crossed, eyes on me.
“You’re leaning again,” I told him, trying not to trip over my feet as I stepped into the hall.
“What’s so funny?” he asked, ignoring my observation and taking me by the arm to help me stay upright.
“Nothin’, just how rad you look.”
“Yup,” I said, popping the p.
“Do you want me to take you home, or would you rather go up to my room and crash here?”
I swung my head toward him, much too quickly, and asked, “Is it safe?”
“Safe? What, to go to my room?” he asked, pulling me against him when I started to waiver.
“Yeah, you’re not gonna try any funny business, right?”
“I don’t make a habit of pawing at wasted girls, even if they look like members of the Nirvana fan club.”
“Good one,” I said, as he pointed me toward the stairs. “Are you sure there isn’t some hot chick in stilettos waiting to warm your bed?”
“Jealous?” he asked.
I tried to guffaw, but it came out somewhere between a snort and a burp.
“You gonna be sick?” Ridge asked, moving us faster.
“Your insinuation that I’d be jealous of you makes me sick, but physically … no.”
“Okay, well, let me know if you do feel like puking, I have a bathroom off of my room, and I’d rather you make it to the toilet, than vomit on my bed.”
“Will do, Captain,” I said, giving him a jaunty salute.
Ridge shook his head and propped me up against the wall while he unlocked his door.