I refocus on my conversation with Anna. She shuts her laptop. “I should get going. Don’t wanna be late for study group. My Organic Chemistry classmates are hardcore. The group leader, Isaac, locks the door to the study room in the library and refuses to let you in if you’re late, even by a minute.”
“You pre-med types are psycho.”
Anna gives me another hug. “Aww, you love your pre-med psycho best friend.”
“Of course I do.” I laugh and wave bye as she leaves.
I check the Writing Center schedule online and see that the last tutoring appointment for this afternoon canceled, which means I can leave early.
I’m in the middle of packing up when I hear a soft knock at the open door. When I look up and see Nick St. George leaning against the open doorway.
“Hey, hot tutor.”
I roll my eyes. “What do you want, Nick?”
“Just missed your beautiful face.”
I huff out a breath, annoyed at the surprise sight of my best friend’s twin brother. Yeah, he’s sexy as hell. Yeah, I used to have a crush on him in middle school. And high school. That doesn’t change the fact that he’s obnoxious and cocky and forever getting on my nerves.
My gaze falls to his shirt. I glower at the obscene writing.
Don’t bully me, I’ll cum.
“That shirt is disgusting,” I say.
His cocky grin doesn’t budge. “Oh, come on, it’s funny.” He wags an eyebrow. “And true.”
I ignore the flicker of intrigue that sets off inside of me. He can’t be serious.
“What do you want?” I ask again.
He pushes off the door frame and saunters over to me in that quietly confident way that all guys like him walk.
Like he’s hot and he knows it. Like he’s got a massive cock and knows it too…which is true based on the rumors I’ve heard about him from the many female students who go to this school, who have hooked up with him.
I clear my throat and try not to think about the size of Nick’s cock and instead refocus on how annoyed I am that he showed up without an appointment at my job and is now keeping me from leaving.
His mouth lifts in a half-smile. “I need your help, hot tutor.”
“I have a name, Nick. If you want to even think about asking for my help, you should start by calling me by it and not some gross nickname.”
He runs a hand through his shaggy, messy, chocolate-brown hair. His smug smile still dances on his lips.
“Poppy. I need your help.”
I zip up my backpack, refusing to look at him. “With what?”
“With my grades. I’m not doing well in a few of my classes and need a tutor.”
I glance up and try not to get distracted by his ridiculously square jaw or the mesmerizing color of his bourbon brown eyes. “So your party boy lifestyle has finally caught up with you, huh?”
He nods once. “It has.”
I scoff. I think about how Nick has coasted through high school and college. He’s the exact opposite of his twin sister Anna, who has always studied hard and earned top grades her whole life.
Nick puts in the bare minimum to pass his classes, then spends the rest of his time playing hockey, partying, and hooking up.
“Sorry to hear you’re finally dealing with the consequences of your behavior,” I say sarcastically. “I can’t help you, though.”
