“But that was confidential information.”
I watch in horror as his massive shoulders suddenly shake beneath his hoodie as he laughs at my expense.
“I didn’t realize tutoring assignments were confidential.”
Okay, that clinches it for me. This guy is annoying and clearly lives a privileged existence at CGU if he can simply ask Dr. Lee to switch out my tutoring students without any prior discussion with me. If I didn’t need the income from the work-study program to pay for housing so badly, I’d quit the tutoring centering in protest.
If Aaron isn’t coming for his session today, then I’m ready to leave. What a waste of an already ruined outfit. Honestly, I’m ready to cry. I’ve run how today was supposed to go over and over for the last week in my head, and this wasn’t at all how I thought this day would play out.
I’m totally deflated.
“Can you move out of my way?” I motion with my hand that I want to exit the booth. “I’m leaving.”
“Let’s order first,” Freak suggests and doesn’t move an inch. He’s basically an immovable massive wall of muscle. “I’m hungry.”
“This is illegal,” I challenge.
“Being hungry?” He grins.
“You are keeping me in this booth against my will.”
“Are you sure you’re in the School of Nursing? I could totally see you as a drama major.”
“Funny. Listen, I’m not eating with you.”
“Reason?”
“Well, for starters, I don’t even know you.”
“So let’s get to know each other right now,” he says enthusiastically. “I’m Michigan, born and bred, lover of hot wings, and a football prodigy. While there are many fantastic things about me, sometimes my classes are like mean little gremlins trying to get in the way of my greatness, which is why I need a tutor.”
“Still not interested in a meal together.”
“That’s fair, but like it or not, you’ll be tutoring me over the next four weeks, or I’ll have Professor Lee replace you with someone who will.”
“Is that a threat?” My mouth twists at the corner. “Are you threatening me?”
I start unscrewing the top of the salt shaker. I’m itching to toss the contents in his eyes. It shouldn’t cause any permanent damage.
He watches me with rapt attention.
“Are you fixing to throw that at me, Teach?” He chuckles.
“You find this amusing?”
“I’m just trying to keep things professional, but if you keep turning me on like this–“
“Turning you on?”
“Something about your threats is sexy as fuck.”
“Get out of my booth, creeper!”
I push against this arrogant jerk’s chest but achieve nothing but attracting the complete attention of everyone in the diner… again.
“You kids okay over here?” Miss Gina asks as she approaches with caution.
“We’re great, Miss G.” Freak plasters on a hundred-watt smile. “We’re just hammering out some details of a work arrangement.”
