How would you like to read the first pages of The Envy of Idols? Gorgeus CM Stunich has given us a gift, plus releasing the 3rd book of Rich Boys Of Burberry Prep Series on April 30th.
There are five gorgeous guys in my bedroom.
The tension is so thick, it could be cut with a knife. *This is insane*, I think as I exhale and inadvertently draw every gaze in the room. Frankly, I’m still reeling from last night. Having five boys invite me to spend summer vacation with them … priceless. Also, confusing. Heart attack inducing. Squeal worthy.
Their attention makes me shift uncomfortably, and Windsor grins.
“Do you how many girls at Burberry would give their entire family fortune to be in your position right now?” he asks, and it takes a lot of effort not to roll my eyes. Then he winks at me and licks his lower lip, and I’m rolling my eyes anyway.
“And what position, exactly, is it that I’m in?” I ask, crossing my arms over my baggy t-shirt. As soon as the guys swarmed my dad’s new little rental home in Grenadine Heights, I changed clothes. My party dress from last night is now in a plastic bag near the front door. I’m not sure I’ll ever be able to wear it again.
Zack notices and his face softens. He’s got three stitches in his forehead, a swollen left eye, and a seriously puffy lower lip. I mean, puffier than normal. He’s always had a nice, full mouth …
“The five hottest, richest guys at the academy, all right here in your boudoir,” Windsor purrs, standing up from his position in the corner and sliding his palms down the front of his short-sleeved, pale blue button-down. “You now get to make the tricky choice of deciding exactly who you’d like to bunk with during the summer.”
“You know, after our little make-out session,” he starts, moving in and pressing a light kiss to the corner of my mouth, “something changed in me.” He kisses me again, and I start to tremble. I’m trapped here, frozen in place. I couldn’t move if I wanted to.
And I don’t.
I don’t want to move.
“I started to think about you …” Creed continues, running his tongue along my lower lip and making me shiver. My body throbs in desperation, and I start wondering what might’ve happened if I hadn’t fled the hot tub, if I’d just let him explore underneath my swimsuit … “As mine.”
“Tristan and I were never friends,” Creed snaps, but still he doesn’t get up from his spot in the sun-warmed sand. “Zayd is at least tolerable.”
“Good to know,” Zayd says, appearing behind us, and making me jump. Wow. My nerves must be getting to me because I’m the only one that seems so … excited. My tattooed, pierced little rockstar friend squeezes between my towel and Miranda’s, stepping over the picnic basket and then turning to face us.
He’s gloriously shirtless, his ink shimmering in the bright sun. His black board shorts are slung criminally low on his hips, to the point where I’m actually concerned they might fall to his feet, and I’ll get to see … I mean *have* to see, his dick.
“I like the dress, Marnye,” he says, but even though he’s smiling and trying to be playful, there’s an edge to his words, a lick of shame that I both appreciate and wish I could wipe away. “Gorgeous, as usual.” Zayd squats down, his muscular legs drawing my attention. His thighs look like rocks, and there’s a tattoo on the inside of one that’s drawing my attention.
I force my gaze back to his face.
“Thank you,” I whisper as Miranda scoffs.
I know this pic doesn’t fit the scene, but if you read BBB, you’ll get it.
(C) C.M. Stunich
“What makes you think you control the academy?” Becky sneers, taking Sai Patel’s hand so he can pull her to her feet. The Bluebloods assemble like an army behind the three Idol girls.
“Think?” Tristan echoes, scoffing like Becky’s a brainless idiot. I mean, I’m pretty sure she is, but he definitely puts that feeling into his voice in a way I’m not sure I could. “I don’t think anything. I *am* in charge of the academy.”
He turns and starts to walk away when Harper grabs onto his arm, digging her nails into his rounded biceps.
“I haven’t told William that we broke up yet,” she says, her voice just this side of pleading. “He doesn’t have to know.” I glance over at Lizzie and see that her shoulders have gone completely stiff. She’s staring at Tristan with this mix of want and confusion that makes my chest hurt. Maybe … now that he’s broken up with Harper, now that he’s trying to change his ways, she might want him?
I step forward without meaning to, and both Zayd and Zack stand up behind me.
“I’ve already told him,” Tristan says, shaking her off. “Stop your groveling. It’s pathetic. Nobody here likes you enough to see your vulnerable side and still want to hang out with you. If you want to keep any of your friends, then step down willingly and fade into the background. I have two years left at Burberry to make your life miserable.”