“So classes…” I grab my phone and then frown. “You’re basically in all of mine, so no problem.”

“How do you know?” She frowns. “You don’t know my last name or—“

I show her my phone. “Mom already sent it to us, or did you forget you had a phone?”

She blushes. “Didn’t really have any pockets in this dress.”

“Mmmm.” I nod. “I can see that.”

Her eyes flash up at me.

I back off instantly. “We should go to bed.” Her eyes widen. “No, no, no, no, not like no, not like that, we should separately go to sleep; school starts at 7:45.”

“Why so early?” She whines.

“Because sports are equally important as well as extracurricular, so they want us out of class by 2:40.”

She makes a face.

“Yeah.” I sigh. “Believe me, I know. Now set that fancy new phone to get you up on time to put on a new uniform one of the maids is probably already ironing, and get some rest.”

“And if I can’t sleep?” she asks.

I gulp. “There’s always the workout room.”

She elbows me.

I laugh and stumble against her as we walk down the hall and part as we go to our rooms.

I try not to stare too hard as she slowly closes her door.

I’m awake for another two hours before I can finally close my eyes.

And when I do.

I see a black dress.

And her eating a roll.

Chapter Four

Mary-Belle

I have a hard time sleeping.

I keep thinking about him and then feeling dumb because I’ve known him for less than twenty-four hours.

When I finally do go to sleep, I dream about school uniforms and this weird new foster brother situation.

And mainly.

I dream of Ambrose.

I dream of him.

When my alarm on my phone wakes me up, it takes me a minute to actually realize where I’m at and what I’m supposed to do.

Go to a brand-new prep school with a hot guy I’m not supposed to even find hot, who weirdly made me think he’s not the worst person on the planet, last minute.

I yawn, finally get out of bed, and walk to the closest bathroom I can find, my eyes still blurry from sleep.

I open the door to the bathroom and stumble into the heat, wait, why is it hot? I frown and turn around. The door was and still is from the hallway. Huh?

I’m still confused when Ambrose walks out of the shower, looking like a Greek god.

He’s completely naked.

His eyebrows raise, so do his hands, and good lord so does something else—something huge. “Uhmmmm.”

I cover my face with my hands. “I’m so sorry; I just walked to the closest bathroom.”

“Like the one connected to my room?” His voice is deep and sexy. What the hell am I getting into here?

“Yeah.” I gulp, needing to turn around and leave but afraid to uncover my eyes.