"If I'd have known they'd give me a tutor who looked like you, I'd have asked for one a long time ago." The sheepish look is gone now, replaced by the same cocksure grin he had earlier, and it totally rubs me the wrong way.
Yeah, right, Cass. You know you'd like him to rub you the right way.
I flush warm at the thought. Inappropriate. Totally inappropriate. And not true. I'm so not attracted to this cocky prick.
"Well, maybe you can request that for your next tutor," I say, "because it won't be me."
"Come on." Colton grins. "Do I need to drop the towel to convince you?"
The sheer arrogance of what he says makes my eyes widen in disbelief. "Goodbye, Mr. King."
I turn to walk away, this time not turning around. I hear the arrogant football player tell me to turn around, but I don't, mostly because I'm afraid of what I'll see if I look behind me.
He's probably standing there naked, showing off his enormous cock.
Don't look. Don't look.
I mentally congratulate myself for not looking as I leave the party house.
Even if I totally can't stop thinking about that dick.
Or his penis.
* * *
"You did not tell me you were tutoring Colton King," Sable yells from the kitchen.
"I didn't think it was important," I yell back, tucking my feet under my butt on the sofa. I dig into my to-go container of Pad Thai from my favorite Thai restaurant before grabbing my glass of wine off the coffee table.
Wine. That's seriously what the doctor ordered after the afternoon I just had.
My roommate appears in the kitchen doorway with a to-go container in one hand and a fork in the other, shoveling a giant bite into her mouth. Sable is the exact opposite of the kind of person who would have been friends with me in high school, or even when I was an undergrad. She was definitely one of the popular girls, all long blonde hair and blue eyes and legs that go on for miles.
And she eats like a racehorse, never gaining an ounce.
She's the kind of girl I should hate, except she's nice – so nice that it's impossible to hate her, even though she's perfect.
"You didn't think it was at all significant that you were going to tutor Colton King?" she asks.
"By your tone, I can tell that it was supposed to be," I retort.
"It's Colton King." Sable crosses the room and flops down on the other side of the sofa.
"Is that supposed to mean something to me? You know I don't watch football. He's a good player, I assume?"
Sable sighs. "Yes, Cassie. He's a good football player. He's the football player here. You seriously need to get out more. You’ve never even been to one game."
I shrug. "I never know what's going on in the games. Remember when you tried to teach me last fall? That was not a success."
Sable laughs. "How could I forget? I don’t know how someone as smart as you can’t understand a game.”
I shrug. "I just don't get it."
"Okay." Sable turns around on the sofa to face me, her legs crisscrossed underneath her. "Football aside, you do get that Colton King is legendary, right?"
"He's, like, eighteen years old," I say, rolling my eyes. "How can he be legendary?"
"He's twenty-one. You've never seen him in a magazine or anything?" she asks. "How are you this sheltered?"
"I don't even know how to respond to that question."
"He's one of the hottest college football stars in the game right now," Sable tells me. "On and off the field."
"I saw that much," I admit. The mere thought of Colton standing in front of me —naked with water glistening on his body — makes me flush.
Sable's eyes widen. "What did you see exactly? You had your first tutoring session?"
"Wrong," I say, shaking my head. "He didn't show."
"Oh. That's disappointing." Sable frowns. "Well, I'm sure they'll assign you to someone else. And if not, there's always selling your panties on the internet."
"Ugh. I am not selling my panties on the internet. Where do you come up with this stuff?" Sable didn't need to worry when our department funding was cut, because she comes from money – big money. As if being gorgeous and thin weren't enough, she has family money too.
Her last brilliant solution to my financial plight was to be a dominatrix. She said I had the disposition for it. I'm pretty sure that just means I'm a grumpy bitch.
"I hope they can find me someone else," I say. "I definitely don't want to tutor that arrogant prick."
"I thought you said he didn't show."
"Yeah, he didn't," I tell her, waving my hand dismissively. "So I went to his house."
Sable snorts. "You went to Colton King's house?" she asks. "Did you see him?"
I take a gulp of my wine. "Yeah, and I saw way more of him than I bargained for."
"Well that sounds promising," she says, her eyebrows raised. "I want to hear everything."
"There is no everything to tell," I say. "Seriously. The coach gave me his address because he said there was a possibility Colton would be a no-show."
Sable laughs. "No-show for a tutoring session? I'd say possibility was an understatement."
"Okay, so I went to his house and it was just this giant party," I say. "I mean, at three in the afternoon."