Page 125 of Game Changer

His earnest brown eyes are level with mine. “Perfect, Haley. Thanks, Haley.”Did he say my name twice?“You should sing with us tonight.”

I glance toward the back of the café that’s starting to fill. “Ah, I don’t think so. I have to…” I make a motion with my fingers, and Dale raises a brow.

“Masturbate?”

I frown. “No. Code.”

“Right.”

I retreat to my table. The second chair is occupied.

“He tried to touch me,” I say under my breath.

My roommate Serena tosses her honey-blond hair in a move that’s deceptively casual. “That asshole.” I roll my eyes. “You know some people communicate affection through touch. It’s even welcomed.”

“In hell,” I say darkly as I drop into my chair. “We have our own bodies for a reason. I don’t understand how some people think it’s okay to stand super close to someone. And don’t get me started on whispering.” I shiver, remembering the contact. “If I wanted some random person to breathe on my face or grope me? I’d ask for it. I’d stand there waving a sign saying, ‘Please God, run your unfamiliar hands all over my skin’.”

“If you did that on campus, there would be a pileup.” She winks before turning back to the stage, where Dale’s bandmates have joined him and are getting ready to start their set. “Do you think Dale knows you have a man in your life? Because he’s not getting so much as a ‘maybe, if I’m drunk’ unless his name is Carter.”

“ProfessorCarter,” I remind her. “He’s twenty-eight and has a PhD from MIT.”

“Whatever. He’s cute in glasses. But he lost my respect when he bailed on your research assistant gig.”

“He didn’t bail. His funding fell through. It would’ve been perfect since I’d have more time to work on my program, but at least he’s still supervising my senior project next year.”

“That’s his job.” She snorts. “But I think he likes you tripping over him.”

The look she shoots me has me shaking my head as I glance toward the stage.

Dale’s no Jax Jamieson, but his latest is pretty good. The band’s super acoustic, and they have a modern sound that plays well with a college crowd.

“Come on,” Serena presses. “He doesn’t love having college girls undressing him with their teenage eyes in Comp Sci 101? Yeah right. The man might be young enough to have danced to Britney Spears at prom, but thanks to Mr. ‘Oops, I Did it Again,’ you have two days to find a job so you don’t get kicked out of the co-op program.”

I flip open the lid of my computer. “It’s my fault, not his. I suck at interviews. I haven’t had to get a job before.” Serena’s smile slides, and I wince. “Okay, stop giving me the ‘sorry your mom’s dead’ look.”

“It’s not just ‘sorry your mom’s dead.’ There’s a side of ‘I can’t believe you have to pay your own college.’” Serena’s parents are loaded and generous.

“If it wasn’t for the requirement to be employed by an actual company, I could spend the summer working on my program and enter it in that competition.”

When my mom died last year, I took a semester off, lost my scholarships, and missed the financial aid deadline. Now I have to come up with tuition myself. I know I can figure it out because a lot of people do it, but if I win the coding competition in July, that’ll help big time.

“Where were you interviewing today?”

I blow out a breath. “Wicked.”

She shifts forward, her eyes brightening. “Shit. Did you see him?”

I don’t have to ask who she means. A low-grade hum buzzes through me that has nothing to do with the music in the background.

“Jax Jamieson doesn’t hang around the studio like a potted fern,” I point out. “He’s on tour.”

“I don’t care what kind of nerd god Carter is. Jax Jamieson is way better with his hands, and his mouth. Any girl would love having that mouth whisper dirty secrets in her ear. Even you.”

I shift back in my seat, propping my Converse sneakers on the opposite chair across and fingering the edge of my jacket.

“I don’t need to get laid. I’ve been there.” I take a sip of coffee, and my brain lights up even before I swallow. “The travel agent promised Hawaii. Instead it was Siberia.”

“Cold, numbing, and character building?”

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