Read Online Courted (How Not To Be Seduced By Billionaires: Book 2) by Marian Tee - Free Book Online

and present. Due Friday.
     
                Just my luck to get this question…this would have been so much more suitable for Arian, who had no qualms talking about anything sexual in public. In last Friday’s event, I totally heard her ask Constantijin very innocently if he thought her breasts were too huge.
     
                Yeah. I know. I totally wanted to puke after that.
     
                Staring at Charli’s troubling sticky note, I mulled over my choices. God, smut in high school was, like, so difficult to tackle. If you thought bedroom and smutty scenes in Gossip Girls or Vampire Diaries were hot, wait until you read shoujo manga by, say, Kanan Minami. That girl totally redefined high school sex.
     
                Peeking at George, I saw him frowning similarly on his own snowflakes. “Huge assignment for Friday?”
     
                He nodded, saying feelingly, “ Super- y.”
     
                I laughed, the nervous knots in my stomach easing a bit at George’s newest made-up word. I loved it when he did that. Glancing back at my LCD, I realized that I still had one Post-It left. Unfolding it, I recognized the bold scrawl immediately.
     
                Constantijin.
     
                Just the thought of him writing this note had me catching my breath. It felt like he was writing me a love letter, which was totally romantic and totally unlike him. I loved it.
     
    MISS YOU.
     
    I snatched my phone from my bag, unable to keep myself from replying.
     
    Got your sticky note, I texted him.
     
    He texted me back immediately. That’s not the answer I was hoping for.
     
    I didn’t bother answering, but I was smiling the whole time I worked.
     
    It was already half-past twelve by the time George nagged me to have lunch with him. Apparently, the official boyfriend of the guy from 25/F was having lunch here, which meant no playing hooky for George.
     
    The cafeteria was noisier than usual, even for the usual lunch crowd. It seemed like everyone was still talking about last Friday’s party, and everyone I passed by either congratulated me or stared at me. Well, most of the women stared at me. As for the men---
     
    I found myself wriggling closer and closer to George until I was practically hiding behind him. It wasn’t an easy feat, with my four-inch heels causing me to tower over him. Men actually nudged each other when I walked past them, and some of them even winked at me.
     
    “You’re an overnight sensation, honey,” George exclaimed.
     
    Boy, did I hope that was true. If it was, then that meant all this weird furor would be gone by tomorrow – right?
     
                As George and I queued up at the American station, a voice behind me asked, “Late lunch?”
     
                Oh my God, oh my God, oh my---
     
                It was him. Of course it was him. I had recognized Constantijin’s voice but a part of me couldn’t believe I’d see him again this early.
     
                Stay calm, stay calm, I told myself as I summoned up a smile to my lips, trying to ignore the way my heart was near to popping out of my chest in excitement. Constantijin looked utterly sophisticated and gorgeous in his black and white suit, minus his usual tie. His eyes possessively roamed over me, and I tried not to squirm when his gaze slowly traveled down my bare legs.
     
                Remembering his question belatedly, I grabbed my just filled-up tray as I said, “Charli gave us a lot of work for this week.”
     
                He nodded sympathetically. “Friday’s presentation, right?”
     
                My eyes widened. “You’ll be there?”
     
                “Yanna,” he said very gently, “do you think I’ll ever miss a chance to see you shining?”
     
                Oh, dear. Someone please help me keep my heart still or I’d be