Page 292 of Forbidden Billionaires: Vol 4
“I said shut up.”
“And someone’s not getting any head.” He nodded toward Matt.
I laughed. And then I immediately blushed. Because now I understood Rob’s joke. And the fact that he’d mentioned Matt’s penis didn’t help my flushing cheeks either. I cleared my throat. “So we’re running on the fitness topic?” I asked. My voice came out weird and high-pitched.
“We said we’d do whatever you want,” Rob said.
I didn’t like all the pressure being on me. “It’s a quarter of our grade. I don’t want you blaming me if we fail.”
Rob laughed like that was the most entertaining thought in the world. “We never fail, Sanders.”
Again, I felt like I was out of the loop on a joke. “Okay…but what do you want to do that’s fitness related? Fitness itself isn’t a topic.”
“We could make a website,” Matt said. “With different workouts.”
“Oh, like what workouts to get you on the football team,” Rob said and gestured to Matt. “And the soccer team,” he gestured to himself. “And the…” he moved his hand in my direction. “Whatever you’ve got going on seems good. The…shy scholarship student hot body workout. Boom. Project done.”
I was pretty sure my face couldn’t get any redder. Robert Hunter had just called me hot. Kind of. No, he definitely did. Or maybe he was making fun of me. He was always joking around. But he hadn’t laughed. I stared down at my notebook, hoping to hide my face. “Okay, well, we have to film workouts then. And design a website to upload them to. And we have to have a way to monetize it so that we’re actually creating a business.”
“We can charge a monthly fee to access the videos,” Matt said. “Mr. Hill will love that it’s a recurring revenue stream. It’s the business model dream.”
“That’s good.” I jotted it down. There was no need to write down the football, soccer, and hot body workouts. That would be seared into my mind for eternity. “But do either of you know any coding? I definitely don’t know how to make a website.”
“My brother can help us,” Rob said. “He’s a computer genius. Pretty sure he can just do most of it for us.”
“But…we’re supposed to do it ourselves.”
“Success is all about delegating, Sanders,” Rob said.
“But…”
“How about we all get together at Rob’s one night this week and we can ask James for help?” Matt asked.
“I thought we agreed that we could just split up the work,” I said.
“You heard Mr. Hill. He expects us to work together outside the classroom. So, what night works best for you?”
Mr. Hill had said that.Crap. I started scribbling on the side of my notebook, hoping Matt couldn’t see how much he affected me. “Any night but Thursday.”
“Why, what are you doing Thursday?”
I placed my pen down and stared right at him. “I have dinner plans.”
Matt lowered his eyebrows slightly. “With who?”
I was very aware of the fact that he seemed desperate to know who I was hanging out with, not that it was any of his business. At all. “Felix.” I could have added the fact that Kennedy and my uncle would be there too. But for some reason I found myself biting my tongue.
“So a date?” Matt asked. “You have a date with Felix?”
“Yeah…I guess you could call it that.” Or a three amigas classic date night if you were asking Kennedy.
His eyebrows lowered even more. “Cancel. We have to work on this.”
“We can do it another night,” Rob said. “What about…”
“Cancel your plans with Felix.” Matt was staring at me so intently it was hard to find words.
So I just shook my head.
