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Just a Little Flirt
Crush # 2
By: Renita Pizzitola
Releasing March 31, 2015

Saying yes has always come easy for Fallon. Now, as Renita Pizzitola’s steamy, poignant Crush series continues, winning her dream job means saying no to the guy she wants the most.

Between all the parties and random hook-ups, Fallon Carr is this close to flunking out of college. But her internship working with pediatric patients means the world to her—especially since, at the end of the summer, one lucky intern will be offered a paid position. Determined to leave her bad reputation behind, Fallon even takes a bet that she won’t sleep with anyone from work. But there’s one little catch. . . .

Not only is Cade Ryan the hottest guy Fallon has ever laid eyes on, he’s a therapy dog handler who volunteers his time to visit kids at the hospital. So when he starts pursuing her, Fallon can’t believe her bad timing. The thing is, Cade is different. He’s not like the college guys who see her as a one-night stand, or the high-school boyfriend who took a part of her she can never get back. Cade genuinely wants to spend time with her—and not just between the sheets.

Fallon won’t let her growing feelings for Cade get in the way of her dreams. Besides, no guy can break down the walls she put up long ago. So what’s the harm in a little flirting? It’s not like she’s falling in love. But she may have seriously underestimated how complicated things can get when the perfect guy falls for her first.

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The parking at my new apartment complex was always a nightmare. It was impossible to get a place remotely near my building, but being that today was not really going my way, it was no surprise that I landed the most craptastic spot next to the Dumpster. And the sweltering Central Texas summer only accentuated the horribleness.
I grabbed my purse and hurried past the large metal box of rotting trash. When I hit the sidewalk, I exhaled and headed toward building seven.
“Hey.” A male voice stopped me.
I glanced around and saw a familiar face. One who had apparently benefited from tequila consumption. We’d hooked up two weeks ago after a night of drinking, but his name escaped me. The unremarkable sex hadn’t helped. I chose to forget most guys. He was no different.
I smiled and waved. “Hey.” Vague memories from the night we hooked up surfaced. I really needed to stop carrying flasks and stick to the free beer at frat parties. Tequila made all my bad decisions seem brilliant. And if memory served, I might have given this guy some sort of drunken lap dance.
“You live here?” He raised an eyebrow and gestured to the nearest building.
It didn’t go unnoticed that he hadn’t used my name either. Guess I wasn’t the only one who found our night together mediocre.
I nodded. “Yeah. My roommate and I just moved in a week ago.”
“Oh.” His face brightened; no doubt his mind had wandered to a built-in fuckbuddy situation. “Cool. Which building?”
“That one.” I pointed in the general direction of building seven. “Well, I have to run, but nice seeing you.”
“Yeah. I’ll see you around.”
I groaned internally. “See ya.”
He remained rooted in place as I walked away, so I slipped between buildings five and six, deciding to hit my apartment from the other side, just in case he had any plans of accidentally bumping into me again.
As I made my way to my apartment, my phone rang.
“Hey, Dad.”
“Hey, Fallon.” Dad used his serious voice, causing me to pause. “So, we got your grades in.”
“They send those to you?” I cringed. Way to be obvious.
“They send the bill here, might as well send the grades too, don’t you think?”
Stupid. “Yeah. Of course. That’s not how I meant it. I just didn’t know . . .”
“That I’d see you’re on the brink of academic probation.”
Fuck. “Yeah.”
“What’s going on, Fallon?” He still wasn’t being his usual lighthearted self but his tone was now laced with true concern and genuine worry. “You didn’t work hard in high school to blow it in college. You’re better than these grades. Is there anything you want to talk about?”
Hmm, should we discuss my decision to party instead of study . . . probably not. “College is hard.”
“It is. But there’s always tutoring and other campus resources to help you. I know I’m pretty ancient in your mind, but you are attending my alma mater, things haven’t changed that much over the years. In fact, they’ve probably only gotten better. It’s a great campus. They have the resources to help you.”
“I know, Dad. It’s just been an adjustment.” I leaned against the wall and sighed. “I’m going to do better.”
“To tell you the truth, I didn’t do too hot my freshman year of college either. With no one looking over your shoulder, it’s easy to let your work slide. But high school was just prep for college. This is the real deal. This is the beginning of the rest of your life.”
Well, shit, when he put it that way . . . “I’m sorry.”
“Hey, don’t apologize to me. This is your life. But I don’t want to see you fail out of college. You can always come home. Heck, I miss having you around and I worry about you being so far from home. I wouldn’t really mind. But I don’t think that’s what you truly want,” he said.
God, no. That was the last thing I wanted.

Renita Pizzitola is the author of New Adult contemporary romance and Young Adult fantasy. When not writing, she can be found feeding her caramel macchiato addiction and reading just about anything she can get her hands on. She lives in Austin, Texas, with her husband and two children.

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