For one, this guy is so far out of my league that we’re not even playing the same sport.
And for two, there’s a reason I’m still a virgin at nineteen. My mom has lived her entire life serving the whims of men, and I refuse to fall into that same trap. Attractive, smooth-talking guys like this one are nothing but trouble, and while that easy grin and cocky swagger may draw most women in easily, it won’t distract me from my goals. I want to live my life forme; be successful in my own right.
I’m here to get an education and make something of myself, not go all googly-eyed over some hot jock.
My eyes flicker back to meet his disarming stare, and it takes a tremendous amount of willpower to force the words of refusal past my lips. “I think I can figure it out on my own,” I bite out. “Thanks anyways.”
If he’s offended by my dismissal, he doesn’t let on. He just keeps staring at me, raking that gray-eyed gaze over my body until I’m practically squirming.
“Aw, c’mon,” he drawls, moving beside me and slinging a thick, muscular arm over my shoulders. The heat of it immediately leeches into my bones, the combination of the scent of his cologne and the proximity of his body making my knees buckle.
He must not notice, because he doesn’t miss a beat as he steers me toward the Registrar’s desk, grinning down at me with something deliciously wicked glimmering in his expression. “I insist.”
CHAPTER 3
WES
Lookslike I picked the right time to swing by the Registrar’s office to drop my advanced calculus class. Had I arrived ten minutes later, I might’ve missed out on meeting the doe-eyed little transfer student that made my dick hard the second I laid eyes on her.
Ava.
I snuck a peek at her class schedule when Ms. Karrington slid it across the desk because I hadn’t had a chance to ask her for her name yet, and I need to know what to call her when I’m buried between her thighs– because that’sdefinitelyhappening at some point. The girl is a knockout. Big brown eyes and full, plump lips that would look so damn pretty wrapped around my shaft. Her chestnut hair is lighter at the ends, as if kissed by the sun, and her name suits her, rolling off my tongue like velvet the first time I speak it aloud.
“You got here at the right time, Ava. Your last Thursday class just let out,” I comment, tapping a finger against the print-out of her schedule. “Guess you’ve got the rest of the day off to settle in and get acquainted with the campus.”
Or get acquainted with something else, I muse, reaching down to discreetly adjust myself in my jeans.
She snatches the paper up in one hand, looking flustered as she turns to me and smooths her hair with the other. “Yeah, I… I’ll probably just head to my dorm, then.”
“Oh, honey, let Wes give you the tour,” Ms. Karrington urges helpfully. She swings her gaze on me and bats her spindly eyelashes, beaming a gap-toothed smile. “He’s one of our star students, top of his class.”
I flash the old bat a charming grin, then turn my attention back to Ava. “You heard her,” I say, shrugging a shoulder nonchalantly.
Ava rolls her eyes at me, turning on a heel and heading for the door to exit the Registrar’s office. I pause for a beat to watch her walk away, raising a fist to my mouth and biting down on my knuckles to stifle a groan.
She’s fuckingsexy. Dangerous curves, soft in all the right places. She’s wearing a little plaid schoolgirl skirt, the hem floating around her suntanned thighs as she struts off, rebuffing my advance once again.
Too bad I’m not so easily deterred.
I toss a wink to old Ms. Karrington over my shoulder as I take off in pursuit of my prey, easily catching up to Ava in a few long strides.
“So, where to first?” I ask, carding my fingers through my hair. “The cafeteria? The gym?” I lick my lips as my gaze wanders her form unabashedly. “You look like you work out.”
She doesn’t take the bait. In fact, she doesn’t so much as glance my way as she reaches the top of the staircase and starts to descend.
“You really don’t have to show me around,” she mumbles as I keep pace alongside her.
Women are typically throwing themselves at me, not running away, and I’ll be damned if I’m going to let this one undermine the status quo. I’ve worked hard to cultivate my image. My bodyis ripped and toned to perfection; I’m at the top of my class academically. I’m a charismatic people person, revered by the entire student body. I’m a fuckingcatch, dammit.
Ava’s evidently put off by something about me, though, because she can’t seem to get away fast enough. Her luscious tits bounce as she hustles down the stairs, eyes intently focused ahead and never straying to me. As soon as we reach the bottom, I use my long stride to my advantage, stepping around to block her path and snatching the schedule from her hands.
“What’s your dorm assignment?” I ask, eyes scanning the paper quickly as she tries to steal it back from me with an annoyed huff. I just turn at the waist to block her attempts, skimming the text. “Four-fourteen,” I read off, handing the schedule back to her with a grin. “And here I thought it’d take longer to get you underneath me.”
“Excuse me?” Ava balks.
My grin widens. “I’m on the fifth floor.”
She rolls her eyes again, snapping up her schedule and shouldering past me to get to the exit.
