Shit, I probably shouldn’t have just picked her up, but I kind of don’t want to put her down just yet.
I need her to know how grateful I am, and what better way to do that than hug the girl.
“You’re the best, Satch!”
She lets out an awkward laugh and I stop spinning, leaning my head back so I can look at her face.
Her cheeks have gone bright red, and the smile she’s giving me is super cute.
“It’s, um…” She clears her throat, patting my shoulder. “It’s my pleasure. Working with you was fun.”
“Yeah. It was, right?”
I shouldn’t sound so surprised. She’s an amazing teacher, so of course she was gonna make it interesting.
She pats my shoulder again, and I should really put her down now. Her feet are dangling off the ground, and she might be getting uncomfortable squished against me like this, but…
I like the feel of her in my arms.
She’s got soft curves, and her awesome tits are pressed against my chest.
I kind of wish she’d put her legs around my waist so I can run my hands up her thighs and?—
Dude, no! She’s your tutor! Don’t go ruining it. Just control yourself!
Getting back to business, I ask her one last question before putting her down. Maybe if she’s in my arms, she’ll be less inclined to say no. “Think you can help me study for my upcoming finance test?”
She smiles. “If you want me to.”
And I can’t help smiling back. She really does have a pretty mouth. And I like the way her eyes kind of glow with this look like she’s the privileged one for getting to work withme.
Man, does she have that the wrong way round!
I’m about to tell her that when a derisive snort pops out of a girl sauntering past us.
“He’s supposed to do his weight training at the gym, hippo. You might want to suggest he put you down before he strains something.”
The beauty narrows her eyes at Satch before giving me a“you’re welcome”kind of smirk and…
What the actual fuck did she just say?
“Put me down, please,” Satch whispers, her cheeks even redder than they were before. She starts to wriggle against my hold on her. “Now. Put me down.” She’s fucking desperate, and I lower her to the ground, still reeling over what I just heard.
For a second, I was trying to convince myself that I must have heard it wrong, because no one would talk to Satch like that. I mean, why would they? She’s completely harmless.
But as I watch my tutor straighten her clothes and wrap her arms around her waist, I realize that I wasn’t just hallucinating.
That bitch actually said it.
She fucking called Satch a hippo.
And I don’t know if I’ve ever seen red this bright before. Anger flares through me—an open blue flame—and I turn with a growl, shouting after that walking mouth turd. “You better stay the fuck away from her!”
Satch gasps, her eyes bulging as she covers her mouth, shaking her head at me.
I’m too pissed off to stop myself and am actually fucking glad when that bitch turns to face me.
“Excuse me?” Her haughty tone makes my skin crawl. “I was doing you a favor. When you’re dealing with weights like that, you should really have a spotter and be working within the safety of a gym.” She obviously thinkswhat she’s saying is fucking hilarious as she raises her hands. “If you want to risk injuring yourself before a big game, well, I guess that’s on you.”
