Virtuous (ABCs of Love) Read Online E.M. Shue

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Total pages in book: 50
Estimated words: 46364 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 232(@200wpm)___ 185(@250wpm)___ 155(@300wpm)


The alphabet has never been sexier.

V is for Virtuous

She is everything sweet and innocent, and I am going to possess her, even if it is against the university’s rules. I’d risk my career just for a taste of her forbidden lips.
Her father has demanded that she swear herself to the church. But she has her own goals and plans. It’s how we met. How she came to be in my anthropology class. She wants to experience life, and I want to be her guide.
But is she willing to stand against her family and the church for a future with me? Is she willing to follow me wherever my career takes me?

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Chapter 1



Taking the stairs down from Pike Place Market with my flowers in hand, I head out to the pier area. The bustle of the crowds and cars makes me a little nervous. After growing up in a small town and sheltered most of my life, this is new for me. But getting away from Chandelier Lake was necessary, not only so I could grow, but because I couldn’t stay there any longer.

Summer: Sorry. Coach called a special practice.

Me: Okay.

Most of the time I’m exhilarated to be away from that small town. Right now, however, I’m not. I don’t tell Summer how upset I am, because what is the point. She is living her dream, just like I am. When my best friend and cousin, Summer, and I both got full-ride scholarships to Ramsey University in Seattle, Washington, we couldn’t believe it. It was always my dream to get away from our Podunk town. To study native cultures, while Summer wanted to play hockey. But mostly we wanted to be free, where no one knew us.

Where I could do whatever I wanted without my father, his family, or even that small town judging me.

Somewhere I’m not known as that girl. Where we could start over. After my mother’s death, things got worse. So moving here was my only option. If it weren’t for Summer and her father, I wouldn’t be here. Even with our scholarships, we still needed extra money. It’s why I got the job at the hotel in the banquets department and Summer works at the school bookstore. Her father, my uncle, works on the docks in Tacoma.

Now I’m here standing in line waiting to ride the Great Wheel by myself. My mother had set this up for my birthday before she died. My heart aches because this was originally supposed to be a fun trip with my mom. Summer said she would come with me, but now she has this unexpected practice tonight, and I couldn’t take any more time off of work. So here I am, by myself, ready to take a ride. I dread doing this by myself because of the height but mostly because I feel pathetic and lonely. It’s not like my mom had planned to be dead for my birthday. Her death was unexpected, and I still don’t understand all of it.

My mother used to say the Great Wheel is romantic at sunset, but I wouldn’t know about that. I know little about romance, except for what I read in my books. I’ve never had a boyfriend. I don’t even know what a kiss feels like. Summer tried dating a guy in high school, and she told me how when he kissed her, it was like he was sucking her face off. It can’t be like that. My favorite author, KL Donn, writes about her heroines feeling like they forget everything but him. I want that. I want someone to kiss me and me forget where I am.

I’d even like to forget who I am. Just for a bit.

The attendant takes my ticket and directs me to the open doorway of a gondola car. I sit there hoping and praying a couple doesn’t come sit in here with me. I look up as a tall, good-looking man steps into the car. He’s so much taller than me that at first I want to scoot further away from him, but then he smiles warmly at me, putting me at ease. Two dimples pop out, one on each cheek, just over his full trim beard. His dark hair is longer on top but almost shaved on the sides of his head, and it’s standing up, almost like it’s spiked with gel. For a brief moment the thought of touching his beard crosses my mind. My father and half brothers were all clean-shaven. My uncle has a scruffy, close-cut beard because he doesn’t like to shave very often. But this man’s beard is full and must have taken some time to grow it out.

His jeans are discolored perfectly, like he bought them that way instead of washing them over and over. They are loose-fitting, but as he climbs into the car, I watch them pull tight across muscles in his legs. He’s in a black jacket with a gray sweater and button-down beneath. Everything about him has a messy but tailored look to it. I can imagine the woman with him has on a perfect put-together outfit too. I look around him, expecting her to step on next. But there is no one there. I look back at him. His soft, warm hazel eyes are focused on me, and I’m drawn into them. They almost look like a piece of gold.