To be honest, I felt like a hawk in a room full of canaries.
I looked up in time to see a sweet ass redhead walk into the room. Hell, everybody stopped what they were doing to stare at her. She had long legs, wrapped in tight, worn in jeans. Her platform sandals were sexy without being over the top. Her soft pink camisole hugged her curves, skimming over her delicate collarbone, caressing her outrageous tatas and down to a tiny waist I could grip with my hands.
Oh yeah, the body was tight.
The face was something else all together.
The girl was heart-stompingly beautiful. The best I'd ever seen. Her creamy skin was faintly flushed, as though she'd been running. Juicy, plump pink lips and a pert nose competed with the biggest green eyes I'd seen in my life.
Just when I thought things couldn't get any better, they did. Her hair was red. Flaming, silky, long and glorious red.
I heard Kenneth's voice in my head. I would have grinned but I felt frozen to the spot. My entire body focused on getting a good look at her. Memorizing her. You know, for later. My alone time.
Fucking A.
The American Teen Dream was heading right for me. She seemed to float through the place. Like a Goddess among mortals.
She was coming straight for me. She smiled tentatively and I felt all the blood in my body travel right for my sac. Maybe I was going to like college even more than I'd thought. Maybe Grade A tail like this was just going to fall into my lap...
"Kyle?"
I nodded, almost dumbstruck by how good-looking she was. Hell, maybe it had been too long since I had a woman. But it hadn't been that long.
She was just off the charts hot.
"Hi, I'm Belinda. I'm here to show you around."
She smiled shyly and held out her hand. I took it, getting a thrill from the feel of her soft, delicate hand. She felt so fragile, I felt instantly protective of her. She pulled back and handed me a folder. I saw her glance at me. Her huge eyes were filled with curiosity.
"That's your housing information. We don't usually get freshman students this early before the start of the semester."
I didn't answer. I didn't want to get into my ambition to try out for the team. Not yet.
I just wanted to get into her pants.
I flashed my smile. The one that made panties drop. She blinked at me, confused rather than charmed. Damn, it looked like her panties were staying on.
For now anyway.
"Do you work here?"
She nodded.
"I'm a student. But I work here, too."
"Are all the girls here as pretty as you?"
She stiffened up and gave me a sharp glance.
"I don't really think a person's appearance has anything to do with academics."
Oh man, she was a tight-ass little prissy one. Didn't matter. I was going to love fucking with her. And more, if I played my cards right. It wasn't going to be easy, but I was always up for a challenge.
It just made the victory that much sweeter.
"I wasn't talking about academics. I was talking about you."
She blushed and I grinned at her.
"Come on, I'll show you to your dorm."
"I can't wait."
I let her lead the way. That was so I could watch her ass when she walked. She glared at me over her shoulder and I smiled wider. She knew what I was doing.
Oh yeah, college was going to be fun.
Belinda
Why did they have to send someone so good looking? He was so arrogant too! I should have been irritate that he kept mentioning my looks, and I was. But for some reason I was fascinated. I literally could not look away. I was having trouble remembering that I wanted to get back to work asap.
This was supposed to be an easy part of my job. I had so much to do. I was working on an independent study about the bee epidemic that was my ticket to grad school. Environmental studies were getting harder and harder to get into now that it was a hot field.
I'd been planning on shuffling the new student off to his housing as quickly as possible and getting back to my work. I'd imagined some pimply freshman who smelled like potato chips.
But this guy... this guy was something else.
He was big, huge really, but not overstuffed. An athlete for sure. He looked like a Greek God or a movie star. Or a movie star playing a Greek God.
Oh yeah, that was it exactly.
Plus, he seemed to be deliberately trying to make me uncomfortable. It was working. He kept flirting with me. I usually just made it clear I didn't want to flirt and that was that.
But this guy was not giving up. In fact, the more I evaded, the more he seemed to pick up speed. Kyle was way more persistent than any guy I'd ever encountered.
Not that I'd encountered all that many.
I walked him through campus, trying to hurry without being rude. I kept stealing glances at him. He was tall. Built like a truck. Basically, his muscles had muscles.
But it was his handsome face that had me forgetting what I was talking about. High cheekbones, a strong jaw and sensual lips. Light blue eyes that seemed to linger on my lips every time I glanced at him.
I was glancing a lot.
Then again, so was he.