Beth Greyvson hadn’t had a hard life, no, that much was certain. Still, something about the way the headboy had nonchalantly thrown out the words private jet made her…well, annoyed. Really? Did he have to be such an freaking pretentious twit? Really, that was rule one of coming from money you don’t talk about money. The blonde just glared at him for a good moment before muttering the words ”new money” under her breath, because clearly that was what he was.

He wouldn’t make it far in life if he boasted…really, truly. Some smart little thing was going to take him for all that he was worth, poor hapless fool. She almost felt bad for him and yet, she didn’t.