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I get to meet this Matty person?” Jessica asked as they walked out of Devender
Hall.
“Don’t you have enough to worry about with your own boyfriend? Or should I say
boyfriends?”
“So this Matty person is your boyfriend then?”
Shay rolled her eyes. “Bye, Jess. See you later, Jess.”
Jessica smiled, looking around. “So where is he? Don’t tell me boyfriend has stood
you up?”
Shay took a seat on the steps outside of the dorm. Again to her dismay, Jessica sat
beside her. Shay frowned. “What is your problem?”
“I want to see this Matty person. You’ve never mentioned him before ever, and
suddenly he’s buying you a phone and woo-woo-woo?”
“What woo-woo-woo?”
“Woo-woo-woo. You acting all strange and junk, smiling all the time and junk. That’s
what woo-woo-woo. What’s up with that?”
Shay just sat there. Although Jessica was a good friend to Shay, probably her only
friend, and had been there when Shay really needed a helping hand, there was also a side of
her that made Shay uncomfortable. She couldn’t say what it was, nor that she had any
tangible proof that it even existed, but there was something there. Something that seemed
determined to break bad.
“Damn!” Jessica said in a loud voice and Shay immediately looked in the direction of
her roommate’s stare. And driving around the curve that led to Devender Hall was a black
stretch limousine.
Shay panicked. He wouldn’t , she thought. Please tell me he didn’t !
But he did. Because as soon as the limo stopped at the curb, the driver stepped out and
walked over to where the two young ladies sat. Even some of the students, who weren’t used
to such a show of extravagance, stopped and stared.
“Miss Cooper?” the driver asked.
Shay wanted to deny any knowledge. “Yes,” she ultimately said.
“Mr. Driscoll has sent his car, ma’am.”
Shay stood and, without saying a word to Jessica because she didn’t want to hear it
from her, walked up to the waiting limo. The driver hurried up behind her and quickly opened
the door. When Shay glanced back, Jessica was staring, not with a look of surprise on her
face, or even envy, but with a look of pure hatred. Shay hesitated. Where did that come
from? But then she got into the limo, and plopped down on the cushy leather seat.
She had hoped to find Matty inside. His presence seemed to have a way of calming
and reassuring her. And there was indeed a man inside the limo. But it wasn’t Matty.
“I’m Jordan Lambert, although you can call me Jordy, everybody does.” He said this
as he extended his hand. Shay shook it with a look of uncertainty on her face. “Oh, honey,
don’t worry. I won’t bite. I’m Mr. Driscoll’s personal assistant.”
“Oh, okay. But he didn’t have to send his personal assistant just to pick me up.”
“Oh-no you didn’t say that,” Jordy said in such a scolding way that it made Shay
almost want to smile. “Yes, young lady, he did. If he cares anything about you, he did. So
don’t you dare declare any expense, any extravagance he chooses to shower on you,
unnecessary, you hear me? I said, do you hear me?”
Shay smiled this time. “Yes, Jordy, I hear you.”
“The man is rich, okay? He got this. He apparently views you as precious cargo, my
dear, and for Matty Driscoll, that’s a rare treat. It’s not for you to view yourself any less.”
She liked Jordy. Liked him instantly. It wasn’t the words that were said, but the way
he had said them, as if he was her protector too, as if he was looking out for her interest too.
It made Shay slightly uncomfortable, however. She wasn’t accustomed to this kind of
treatment.
But Jordy was a talker, and talk he did. All forty miles to Baltimore. He was a
pleasant, attractive man with a nutmeg-brown complexion who seemed closer in age to Matty
than to Shay. He had an easy manner that relaxed her and a slender, well turned out frame
and dress style that reminded her
Hall.
“Don’t you have enough to worry about with your own boyfriend? Or should I say
boyfriends?”
“So this Matty person is your boyfriend then?”
Shay rolled her eyes. “Bye, Jess. See you later, Jess.”
Jessica smiled, looking around. “So where is he? Don’t tell me boyfriend has stood
you up?”
Shay took a seat on the steps outside of the dorm. Again to her dismay, Jessica sat
beside her. Shay frowned. “What is your problem?”
“I want to see this Matty person. You’ve never mentioned him before ever, and
suddenly he’s buying you a phone and woo-woo-woo?”
“What woo-woo-woo?”
“Woo-woo-woo. You acting all strange and junk, smiling all the time and junk. That’s
what woo-woo-woo. What’s up with that?”
Shay just sat there. Although Jessica was a good friend to Shay, probably her only
friend, and had been there when Shay really needed a helping hand, there was also a side of
her that made Shay uncomfortable. She couldn’t say what it was, nor that she had any
tangible proof that it even existed, but there was something there. Something that seemed
determined to break bad.
“Damn!” Jessica said in a loud voice and Shay immediately looked in the direction of
her roommate’s stare. And driving around the curve that led to Devender Hall was a black
stretch limousine.
Shay panicked. He wouldn’t , she thought. Please tell me he didn’t !
But he did. Because as soon as the limo stopped at the curb, the driver stepped out and
walked over to where the two young ladies sat. Even some of the students, who weren’t used
to such a show of extravagance, stopped and stared.
“Miss Cooper?” the driver asked.
Shay wanted to deny any knowledge. “Yes,” she ultimately said.
“Mr. Driscoll has sent his car, ma’am.”
Shay stood and, without saying a word to Jessica because she didn’t want to hear it
from her, walked up to the waiting limo. The driver hurried up behind her and quickly opened
the door. When Shay glanced back, Jessica was staring, not with a look of surprise on her
face, or even envy, but with a look of pure hatred. Shay hesitated. Where did that come
from? But then she got into the limo, and plopped down on the cushy leather seat.
She had hoped to find Matty inside. His presence seemed to have a way of calming
and reassuring her. And there was indeed a man inside the limo. But it wasn’t Matty.
“I’m Jordan Lambert, although you can call me Jordy, everybody does.” He said this
as he extended his hand. Shay shook it with a look of uncertainty on her face. “Oh, honey,
don’t worry. I won’t bite. I’m Mr. Driscoll’s personal assistant.”
“Oh, okay. But he didn’t have to send his personal assistant just to pick me up.”
“Oh-no you didn’t say that,” Jordy said in such a scolding way that it made Shay
almost want to smile. “Yes, young lady, he did. If he cares anything about you, he did. So
don’t you dare declare any expense, any extravagance he chooses to shower on you,
unnecessary, you hear me? I said, do you hear me?”
Shay smiled this time. “Yes, Jordy, I hear you.”
“The man is rich, okay? He got this. He apparently views you as precious cargo, my
dear, and for Matty Driscoll, that’s a rare treat. It’s not for you to view yourself any less.”
She liked Jordy. Liked him instantly. It wasn’t the words that were said, but the way
he had said them, as if he was her protector too, as if he was looking out for her interest too.
It made Shay slightly uncomfortable, however. She wasn’t accustomed to this kind of
treatment.
But Jordy was a talker, and talk he did. All forty miles to Baltimore. He was a
pleasant, attractive man with a nutmeg-brown complexion who seemed closer in age to Matty
than to Shay. He had an easy manner that relaxed her and a slender, well turned out frame
and dress style that reminded her
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