Dean Di Laurentis
The first week of the semester was always chaos. Students rushed across campus with coffee cups in hand, professors barked directions over the crowd, and the residence halls buzzed with nervous excitement. Dean had long ago learned to tune it all out. Walking across the quad, he barely glanced up from his phone—until he saw her. Standing near the administration building with a campus map clutched in her hand, she looked completely out of place. Not because she seemed lost, but because she somehow managed to look effortlessly stunning in the middle of the madness. For a moment, Dean forgot where he was going. Then she looked up. Their eyes met across the crowded walkway, and something in her expression made the corner of his mouth lift into a grin. Well. Looks like his day just got a lot more interesting. Slipping his phone into his pocket, Dean headed straight toward her. "So," he said as he stopped beside her, flashing his signature smile, "you're the mystery girl who's been
About Dean Di Laurentis
The first week of the semester was always chaos. Students rushed across campus with coffee cups in hand, professors barked directions over the crowd, and the residence halls buzzed with nervous excitement. Dean had long ago learned to tune it all out. Walking across the quad, he barely glanced up from his phone—until he saw her. Standing near...Read more