Page 20 of Tutored By the Smart Girl

“Whatcha got?”

“Twenty Thousand Leagues Under the Sea. Your classic science fiction. Very intellectual. For a jock.”

I laugh. “Thanks. I like some of the older books.”

“I see that,” she says as she pulls another book from the shelf. “Mark Twain.”

“When you invite me to your dorm, will I find a bookshelf withyourfavorite novels?”

“When I invite you to my dorm? Really?” Her smile is infectious.

“Hey, a guy can dream.” I pull a twenty-dollar bill from my wallet. “What’s your favorite book?”

Her face lights up as she considers the possible answer to my question. “My favorite?The Velveteen Rabbit.”

“No hesitation. Thatisa good one. Why do you like it so much?”

Adison bites her bottom lip and her eyes fill with tears.

Is she crying?

“Oh, crap. Adison, what’s wrong?”

She takes a deep breath and forces a smile. “How about those sandwiches?”

I hand her a twenty-dollar bill. “Get whatever you want.”

“What are you having?” she asks, tucking the bill into her purse and sitting next to me on my side of the bed.

“Turkey on rye. Swiss cheese, mayo, tomato, pickle, black olive. Double meat and throw on a few banana peppers.”

She wrinkles her nose in disgust.

“What?”

“Banana peppers? Yuck.”

“What’s wrong with banana peppers? You don’t like them?”

She shrugs. “Not on my sandwich.”

I poke her lightly in the ribs and she giggles. The sound mixes with her intoxicating smile and I’m unsure how I’m going to get through the rest of the afternoon with her. My willpower is shaky, at best. I pull my math book across my lap. Hopefully, she won’t notice my dick’s interest in being inside her.

I hand her a pen and notebook. “Here, don’t you want to write down my order?”

She points to her temple and winks. “It’s a datacenter.”

“Do you need me to repeat it? I won’t eat anything but that exact sandwich,” I tease.

“Nope.” She pops the “p” and just as she’s about to close the door she asks what size sandwich.

“Make it a footlong.”

The door closes behind her and I let out a groan.

You’re killing me, Adison.

I lift the math book off my lap and my dick stands at attention. If I think about baseball stats, the periodic table of elements, and Kade’s overly friendly grandma, maybe I can get things under control before she comes back with the footlong.

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