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My day has gone from bad to worse as reality crashes down around me. This guy didn’t just send one of his football players, he had to send the largest one right to my door.

Chapter Two

Rip

“Don’t scare the girl, Rip, damn it.”

Yeah, too late on that one but I hold my tongue. I also hold my tongue on telling the bouncy blonde swarming around me what I think of her. Letting me in the house was one thing but she led me right to the damned girl’s room without so much as a thought to safety. Clearly, she wasn’t expecting me. I doubt she would have been in her tank and panties if she had.

Then again…? I’ve had girls throw themselves completely naked at me before. What really gives it away is the shocked look she’s still rocking and the little cry she let out when I opened her door. Pretty sure this chick isn’t a fan.

I thought Coach was going to call her much earlier than right now or I would have slept in another hour…or three. I look the girl up and down as Coach lets me have it with both barrels over her phone. I would have to be dead not to recognize how beautiful the little thing is…and I am anything but dead.

Bright orange hair, cute little button nose, and brown eyes the same color as melted fucking chocolate would be enough to have me halting but the bangin’ body I am currently eyeing has more than my attention engaged. When she realizes where my eyes have gone, she gives another one of those cute cries and pulls the blanket from her bed around her.

My brain tunes back into what the coach is telling me.

“Her mom says she’s got some bad history with a player in high school so go easy on her and don’t give her any guff or you’ll be doing drills until your hands and your feet fall off.”

“Yes, Sir. Don’t scare her. Listen to what she says. Put the work in. Got it. See ya later, Coach.”

I hang up and hold her phone out to her. She snatches it out of my hand and narrows her eyes at me. Definitely not a fan. And what’s up with the little nugget the coach let slip about her bad history with football players?

“So, are you going to be doing your tutoring here in the house? I mean I could totally make you something to snack on while you do. I love to cook.”

The look my new tutor gives the girl says differently. I like how she isn’t trying to hide the thoughts going through her head. You can see them all cross her face in full glory. And her eyes practically shout what she’s thinking. Those orbs of chocolate are so expressive I wouldn’t even have to ask what was on her mind. All I would have to do is look into her eyes.

“Vanessa, you could burn water. The last time you turned the stove on you nearly burned the place down.”

“Shut up, Tandy! No one asked you.” She doesn’t even turn to look at her when she yells it and for some weird reason that pisses me off.

“I think we should leave and give Tandy a few minutes to…dress.”

“Okay.” The girl takes my arm and leads me out of the room.

When I look back, the tiny girl on the bed is narrowing her eyes again. I was wrong about knowing everything she was thinking. Yeah, I can tell she disapproves but I can’t help but wonder just exactly what’s going on inside that head of hers. Something about the woman has lodged itself in my mind like a thorn in soft flesh. I wonder how she sees me. Not that it matters.

I’m here to bring my grades up so I can play ball and get signed to the pros. Nothing more, nothing less. The complications of getting naked with my little tutor aren’t worth it. But that doesn’t mean I can’t think about it. Maybe take the ideas I have into the shower with me. First, I have to get rid of the huge distraction next to me.

“We could go to my room. Better yet, I could be your tutor. I have a much better personality than Tandy and I can assure you, I will be friendly and receptive to all your needs.”

Sometimes, the girls who fling themselves at me make me want to take a shower…and not with them either. Don’t get me wrong, at first it’s great but it quickly grows old.

“Please stop trying to take my client away from me, Vanessa. Some of us have to work to get through college.”

“Maybe if you were nicer instead of being a big bitch, you’d have a sugar daddy too.”

“Aww, flattery will get you nowhere, girl, although, I do appreciate a good solid title. Thank you.”

The girl huffs off leaving me to stare up at the small bit of dynamite in front of me. She makes quite an entrance, my tutor. Tandy. It’s what the other girl called her.

“Tandy, right?” She doesn’t answer me. “You are Tandy?”

“And you’re Rip. Now that we got that out of the way, I need to tell you, I’m not tutoring you.”

Wait! What?

“What do you mean, you’re not tutoring me? Why? Is it because I’m a jock? Are you being prejudice?”

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