Alpha Male Blast from the Past

My future used to look so promising. I graduated from high school at the top of my class and got into Princeton. But then I flunked out of the Ivy League school. Now I'm prancing around in a skimpy French maid outfit while waiting on sleazy rich guys at Parisian Dream. Ag, more like Parisian Nightmare.

I don't think things could get any worse until I find myself waiting on Gerald Holland, my former best friend. And it turns out he's still a little—okay, very—salty about how I rejected him in high school. But though he acts like he hates me, he also acts like he still wants me...

WORD COUNT: 7,300

Excerpt:

He’s treating me like a charity case. If I had a little more pride, I would tell him to take back his money. But I have a stupid amount of student loans to pay off for my one semester of college, so I keep the cash. “What do you do nowadays?” I ask. Gerald definitely had a glow-up after high school. He lost all of his baby fat and now looks like the stereotypical handsome rich guy from a romance novel. Chiseled cheekbones, a strong jaw, and a sleek blond haircut straight out of an expensive salon. His emerald-green eyes are the same though.

“I design apps,” he says. “I recently sold one to Google for a pretty penny.”

That explains the custom-tailored suit and Rolex.

He grins. “Not bad for someone who had a 2.0 GPA in high school, eh?”

“Not bad,” I murmur. I should be glad for Gerald—and I am—but his success makes my failure all the more painful. In high school, people expected great things from me and expected nothing from Gerald. Yet I’m a Princeton dropout and he is a Rolex-wearing tech mogul.

“I bet you regret rejecting me in high school.”

I glare at him. “Did you just come here to rub your success in my face?”

“That’s one reason. The other reason is I had a burning desire to see you in a sexy French maid outfit.” He glances at my cleavage and legs, making me blush. “A wet dream come true.”