Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 74103 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 371(@200wpm)___ 296(@250wpm)___ 247(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74103 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 371(@200wpm)___ 296(@250wpm)___ 247(@300wpm)
“I’ll be fine, but thanks for your concern. Good luck with your game,” she calls, splitting away from me, her mousy brown hair blowing in the wind as she tosses it over her shoulder. Her hips sway with each step she takes, drawing my attention to her ass. It’s perfect, nice and round with a little bit of bounce.
I wonder what it would look like as she bounced up and down on my… Ah fuck, I have got to stop. She’s not going to let me fuck her yet, and thinking about it isn’t going to help the raging hard-on threatening to bust my zipper.
Blair rushes toward her friend and wraps her arms around her. They hug for a long moment, and the hitman looking guy narrows his gaze on me, watching every step I take like a tiger waiting to strike.
Try me, fucker.
Now would not be a good time to get into a fight, but I don’t really care. I’m in the mood to fuck up someone’s face, and though the guy is as big as me and most likely wielding a gun, I’m still tempted to start something. I curl my hands into tight fists, the blood in my veins heating and pulsing. The testosterone running through me is making it hard for me to think clearly.
Her presence is fucking with my head, her scent, the way her slim hips swing.
Walk away, idiot. Walk into the hotel. Go see Evan and Murphy. Focus on tomorrow’s game. Do anything and everything but think about her. I repeat the words over and over again until I’m in my hotel room, sinking down onto the edge of the mattress.
Two hours is all it took for her to get under my skin. Two fucking hours, a greasy burger, some fries and a shake, and that fucking smile of hers.
I have to remember the end game, that she was my tutor and that at the end of the day, I’m doing all of this to get between her legs. By the time I’m done with her, she’ll hate my guts.
It’s the only way things could be.
The only way this is going to end.
9
Blair
As soon as we’re in the back seat of her car, she starts to pepper me with questions. Zeke, her driver and bodyguard, slides into the front seat and starts the vehicle.
“Who was that guy? What’s his name? How do you know him? He’s hot in a brooding kind of way.” I roll my eyes, of course, Mia would fall into the Cage Wilder trap.
“His name is Cage. I tutor him, and that’s really all there is to know.” I try to play it off as nothing, but Mia knows me well enough to realize that’s a load of steaming dog shit.
We’ve been friends since kindergarten. Since before kids figured out who was cool and who was an antisocial bookworm like me. Mia never cared about that kind of stuff. We went to middle and high school together, and we stayed inseparable as we grew. It wasn’t until twelfth grade that she found out she had a super-rich father. He didn’t know about her either, and if it hadn’t been for Mia’s mom dying, no one would have ever found out.
Now she had enough money to buy a small island and has a brooding bodyguard in tow. She was still Mia, though, the girl who had my back, who protected me against my bullies. She was my best friend through thick and thin.
“So, a guy you tutor gives you a two-hour ride out of his way, but there is nothing more?” Her expression is stone cold. She doesn’t believe me, and I can’t blame her, mainly because I’m lying. Shoving my shoulder, she says, “Stop hiding stuff from your bestie and tell me all the juicy little details. I want to know everything.”
“Where to start,” I huff, sinking back into the sleek leather. “He hit on me at a party, and I poured a beer over his head. That’s how we met.”
After a short burst of giggles, Mia clears her throat. “Continue.”
I’m glad she could get a laugh out of it.
“Well, his coach asked me to tutor him, except I didn’t know it was him. I just thought it was some football player. Then he showed up, but he was late for the session, and I already kind of didn’t like him, so I left. That same day, he showed up at my dorm, basically begging me to follow through, not to mention I had his coach on the phone doing the same thing.”
Mia beams. “Oh my god, he is so into you! Has he asked you out yet?”
“Kind of, but it’s more like, will you sit on my face, than will you go on a date with me.”
Mia snorts. “You like him, and I bet you totally want to sit on his face.”