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)
“What do you want?” she growls.
“I came to apologize,” I say, trying not to stare at her tits. “Can I come in?”
“No.”
I almost roll my eyes at her. Why does she have to be so difficult?
“Why not?”
“It’s late.”
I lift my wrist and look at my watch. “It’s nine-thirty.” I say, and then pin her with a questioning look.
“Like I said, it’s late.” She crosses her arms over her chest, which only pushes her cleavage up further. “Bye!” She asserts, waiting for me to leave.
Shaking my head, I step forward, catching her off guard. She stumbles backward as I squeeze myself inside her room, closing the door behind us.
“What the hell?” she shrieks. “I said no. I know you’re not used to hearing the word, but you must know the meaning.”
I roll my eyes.
Of course, I’ve heard the word no, just not very often. Usually, it’s… Yes, Cage. Harder. Faster. Don’t stop.
“I just came here to apologize. Why do you have to make everything so hard? I’m just trying to be nice to you.”
“Nice,” she scoffs and moves to sit down on her bed. Taking her comforter, she wraps it around herself, probably realizing how exposed she is.
Sighing, I run a hand through my hair. I have to make her forgive me. I told Coach I would fix this, and I’m going to. No matter how hard Blair is to deal with, she has to have something she wants, something she needs.
“Listen. I’m sorry, okay? I was a jerk at the party, and it was rude for me to be late, but I really didn’t mean to be. Can we please start over? I really need your help with my grades.”
She glares at a spot on the wall beside my head.
“There are other tutors that can help you. I’m not the right fit.”
“I think you’re perfect, and my coach agrees. His exact words were, ‘She is the only one who is not going to take any of your shit.’ And you know that’s the truth. You poured a fucking beer on my head for joking with you.”
“I just don’t want to do it–”
“I’ll pay you $100 an hour.”
“No.” She shakes her head, strands of long brown hair fly through the air. Her scent swirls around me, fruity, rich like cherries or raspberries. It makes saliva pool in my mouth. I’ve never wanted to smell a chick’s hair or skin like I want to smell Blair.
“No? Seriously?” I’m kind of shocked.
“You can’t buy me.”
“I’m not buying you. I’m paying you for tutoring. $200.”
She stares at me as if she’s trying to figure out if I’m serious or not.
Yes, beautiful, I’m serious, serious as hell.
“Let me get this straight because it seems insane. You’re going to pay $200 for an hour-long tutoring session, twice a week? That’s $1600 a month, you realize that, right?”
Money doesn’t mean shit to me. It’s my father’s anyway, and if I can spend it, I’m going to, I shrug. “See I didn’t even know that. My math is that bad.”
The faintest smile tugs on the corner of her mouth before she sinks her teeth into her plump bottom lip. I can see she is thinking about it, weighing her options, so I push her over the edge with my next set of words.
“On top of that, I promise if I ever miss a session or get there late, I will never ask you to help me again. I won’t bother you about anything. You’ll be rid of me completely.”
Another second ticks by, then another. I’m almost certain she is going to say no, even as tantalizing as the offer is, but like everything with Blair, she shocks the hell out of me.
“Fine. I’ll tutor you. I still think it’s a bad idea, but you’ll be the one wasting your money, so whatever.”
I grin, unable to stop the smile from appearing on my lips.
“Great, how about we start now? I really need help with math.”
Blair brows pull together. “Now? It’s nine-thirty.”
“That’s not late,” I point out. “You know most people don’t go to bed until midnight. Plus, this is college, not a nursing home.”
“It will be double for a tutoring session after nine,” she tells me with her head held high. She probably thinks I won’t pay that much and that I’ll turn around and leave, that she’ll be rid of me, but she has no idea how wrong she is.
I’m one determined fucker when I want to be.
Taking my wallet out of my pocket, I fish four one-hundred-dollar bills out and hand them to her. That sweet mouth of hers pops open, and she looks at them like they’re not real.
“Take it,” I press, holding the money closer to her face.
She closes her mouth and snatches the bills from my hand. “You’re crazy.”
“I know. So, tell me about math.”