She looked down, her cheeks tinged with pink again. “Yeah, I guess I am.”
I nudged her arm with my elbow. “That’s a good thing. You want to be passionate about your career. You’ll be able to help a lot of people someday.”
A small smile pulled at her lips. “Thanks.”
The strong scent of perfume and a woman’s sultry voice interrupted our conversation. “Is this seat taken?”
I looked over and found a very attractive woman standing next to me. Her short skirt showed off her long, tanned legs, and the tight shirt she wore emphasized her full chest, the entire outfit screaming that she had one purpose in mind—to get my attention.
Giving her my trademark smile, I said, “I was saving it for you.”
After the words left my mouth, I almost felt embarrassed about the girl who I’d been talking to hearing me say them. But I hurried to brush that feeling away. I was who I was, and I wasn’t ashamed of it.
The tall, dark-haired girl in front of me smiled and took the seat on the other side of me.
She placed her hand on my arm and leaned in, showing me a good view of her breasts. “I’m Karina.”
I let my eyes roam her body. “It’sverynice to meet you, Karina.”
A squeaking sound broke through my haze, and I turned to find that the sound had come from the girl sitting next to me, who was trying to lean as far away from me as possible.
I almost laughed. Not at the girl, but at what I had noticed about her earlier—that she definitely wasn’t the type of girl I was used to spending my time with.
Remembering my manners, I said, “Karina, this is…” But then I realized I still hadn’t learned her name.
“Isla,” she said, her voice timid.
Karina ignored her and leaned in farther to whisper in my ear. “I’m not in this class, but I’d like to hang out with you later.”
This was a first—someone coming to one of my classes just to get my attention. Usually they would wait right outside the door and try to stop me as I walked by them. Karina was definitely my type, and I was already looking forward to seeing her later.
“I’d like that.” I handed her my phone for her to add her number.
Her nails clicked against my screen as she added her contact info.
Handing my phone back to me, she batted her eyelashes and said, “I’ll see you later.”
Standing up she walked toward the door at the back of the classroom.
The professor had just stood up at the front of the class, ready to start, and noticed Karina walking out.
“Leaving so soon?” Professor Larsen asked her loudly.
She gave a sweet and innocent grin. “Oops, wrong class.”
Professor Larsen looked at me and then back at Karina. “Uh-huh. I’m sure.”
The door closed behind us, and I kept my face neutral, like I hadn’t been the reason Karina had been in the classroom.
Isla whispered to me in disbelief. “She’s not even in this class?”
“Apparently not.”
She looked me over. “Are you famous or something?”
I shrugged. “I’m a football player.”
She looked at me like she was waiting for me to say more, and when I didn’t, she said, “That’s it? She did all that just because you’re a football player?”
