Navy SEAL Romance: MC ROMANCE: Axel (Bad Boy Alpha Male Military Romance) (Military Suspense Protector Romance) by Casey Elliot Page B

murmured.
    “Mr. Mathis is a bright young man from Nice, Paris, who will be studying here at Spencer as an opportunity to broaden his horizons.
    Felicia crossed her legs and inspected her nails in boredom. “And by ‘bright young man’ do you mean ‘filthy stinking rich’?”
    Dean Warren frowned. “I mean his enjoyment of this school has very optimistic implications for this year’s budget, and the budget for the next five years.
    “Can we cut to the part where this involves me, please?”
    “I want you to show him around. Guide him through all of what Spencer and Lexington have to offer. I thought the brightest, most notable student at Spencer should have the honor of being the face of our beautiful city.”
    Felicia rolled her eyes at the sad attempt at sucking up. “Fine. How long do I have to be said face?”
    “For, oh, six months or so.”
    “Six months?” Felicia balked. He couldn’t be serious!
    “Calm down, Miss Monrovia.” Dean Warren held up a placating hand. “It’s not the end of the world.”
    “That’s easy for you to say! You’re not the one that has to babysit a stranger for six months!” She accused angrily.
    “No, but I am the one supporting your efforts to get into graduate school, am I not?” He raised an eyebrow in challenge.
    That, unfortunately, was true. Dean Warren had a lot of influence when it came to schools and admissions. In fact, he was the only reason she’d gotten into Spencer with her dismally average grades in the first place. Her father’s money definitely didn’t hurt though.
    Still, she wasn’t ready to back down just yet. “So, what, I’m supposed give up my personal life for six months, so some rich guy can cut you a check? That’s bull!”
    Dean Warren pinched the bridge of his nose and took a deep breath. “This isn’t up for debate, Miss Monrovia. When I agreed to help you as a favor to your father, you implicitly agreed to help me as well.”
    Should she have even bothered pointing out the fact that favor was the key word there? She supposed not. Dean Warren was as stubborn as he was money-hungry. Arguing with him would only waste her time.
    “What am I supposed to do with this guy for six months?” She pouted.
    “Show him your favorite spots on campus. Introduce him to your friends. Take him shopping. Hell, whatever it is you kids do. Just do it with a smile .”
    “So, that’s it? I have to pretend to enjoy having my entire social life uprooted for your sake?” She stared at him icily.
    Dean Warren sighed, pinched his nose, and sighed again. When he spoke again, his tone was firm and left no room for dissent. “This is happening, Miss Monrovia, whether you like it or not. Now, you can make this a pleasurable six months and see it as an opportunity to meet a new, exotic friend or you can wallow in your own self-pity and watch the months drag by you. No matter what you choose, you will guide this young man, and you will give the best possible impression of this institution. Do I make myself clear?”
    She could see that he was absolutely serious about this. There really was no way of getting out of this. She was going to be stuck with some foreign loser who probably didn’t speak a lick of English like the last dozen foreign losers she’d been forced to hang out with.
    But , she thought to herself, if Dean Warren thought she was going to do it with a smile, he was sadly mistaken. Oh, she’d give the best possible impression of Spencer alright. She’d let this guy know exactly what he was getting himself into.
    “ Crystal , sir,” she said with a smile.

 
    *****
     
    Running late on his first day at a new school in an entirely new country wasn’t what Eliott had planned. He was used to dealing with jetlag, but his internal clock still needed time to adjust when he landed in a new time zone. He’d overslept through two alarms before he finally realized what the time was.
    He sprinted through the Spencer University campus, weaving