Page 9 of Sinful Touch

She nods. “Okay.”

“Lil, I don't care about this fucking paper, I am only here because Mr. Fox threatened I wouldn’t be able to play,” He confesses to her. No shit, he doesn’t care, and I didn’t threaten him; I reminded him of the consequences. How he takes what I said is up to him.

“Is it a threat if it’s true?” Lil asks, leaning forward and keeping her eyes on Chad.

A smile forms across my face with her response to him.

“It is a threat; he knows that football is important to me,” He whispers.

“Well, writing to some of us is also important, Chad. I can help you with the layout, but the rest is up to you,” she says in an irritated tone.

I have never seen her like this. I think she has some buttons, buttons that Chad is now pushing. She is normally quiet and withdrawn, but right now, she is neither.

I fucking hate that Chad is the one bringing this out in her. I fucking hate that he is near her at all.

“You like writing the papers, don't you?” He asks, watching her closely.

“Yes,” She responds without needing to think.

I don't like where this is fucking going.

“Ever had sex, Lil?” Chad asks.

My heart stops with his blunt, straightforward question.

“I am not going to answer that; we should get started on the paper,” she says as calmly as she can. She shifts in her seat, telling me that, once again, she is uncomfortable and starting to withdraw.

Either he doesn’t see her little tick, or he doesn’t care. Either way, this was not a good idea. The stupidest idea I have ever had.

“I will take that as a no,” Chad says through a small chuckle.

She doesn’t respond.

Chad shakes his head and smiles. Fucking idiot.

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Chad

We have been at this for fucking hours, and surprisingly she can stay on task explaining the different parts of the paper to me.

It bugs me a little that when she looks at me, it is not in a sexual way, but more as my tutor kind of way.

I have never had a woman not sexually want me; Liliana is different; she has been talking my fucking ear off about this damn paper; I can give two shits about the paper. I only took the class because I thought it would be easy, I should have known better.

I have known Jaxon Fox off and on for years. My mother is obsessed with his books, which I have to say is fucking annoying, but it is what it is.

Liliana, though, doesn’t seem obsessed with him, which means I can make my move.

She might not be thinking about sex with me, but that will change, I will make sure of it.

“How is your paper coming along, Lil,” I ask in a curious voice; my tone is low and filled with exact desire; what for, I don't know.

She is different because she hasn’t fallen to her knees for me, she isn't trying to get me to like her, and she seems as annoyed to be here as Ire stuck together, at least I can make it more interesting for do. So, if we a both of us.

“Mine is fine; I am just working out a few more scenes,” she says softly.

“If you have never had sex, then how do you know how to write them?” I ask, looking over her. She stills for a moment and leans back in her chair, crossing her arms over her chest.

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