I file that information away, only because I suspect she had no idea her tutoring session was with me. Hell, I’m still a bit in disbelief that the universe conspired so hard to force us together again.
“Cross, what a lovely surprise.”
My eyebrow leaps up of its own accord. “Careful, Wallace, or else I’d think you arranged this.”
Anger flashes across her face. “Trust me, I’d never.”
“Of course.” I hitendon my stopwatch and show it to her. “But unfortunately, you’re more than fifteen minutes late. So, I’ll be going.”
I grab my bag and stand. She moves to block me, and I look down at her. She’s average height for a girl, but I can still easily see the top of her head—and down her blouse. Her tits are pressed together in her bra, and I catch a glimpse of black lace before she drills her finger into my chest.
“You want to touch me, Wallace?” I lean in. “Start lower.”
She jerks back.
“Or at least flash your tits and make it worth it.”
“Ew, you pig.” She crosses her arms, but all it does is lift the only promising asset she has. “You’re mystepbrother.”
“Emphasis onstep, if you want to go there.” I grin. “If you’re shy, we can always role reverse. I can tutor you on how to give the perfect blowjob.”
Her jaw drops. “This conversation is only getting worse.”
I shrug. “I’m trying to leave, Wallace. You’re the one standing in my way.”
“Because–” She grimaces. “I was within my fifteen-minute window. You’re the one who made me late, anyway.”
“How’s that?” I make a show of looking around. “I was here the whole time, waiting on you.”
“The stupid security system,” she hisses. “It wouldn’t stop beeping and declaring me an intruder.”
“You kind of are.” I tilt my head. “Any thoughts about going back to your Ivy League?”
Her expression goes cold. “No.”
“Shame. Now, if you’ll excuse me…” I brush past her. I show the desk girl my stopwatch, frozen just past fifteen, and make a face at her. Then I keep moving, lest the demon behind me decides to give chase or something.
Damn.
I was hoping for a chill tutor that would kind of do a whole bunch of my work for me.
I stop in my tracks.
That’s it.
Scarlett is the perfect person to do just that.
No, no, I don’t think she’d actually do my work out of the goodness of her heart. But she probably would do it if I blackmailed her into it…which means my mission to move out, which was already paused, is now on hold indefinitely.
As is my avoiding her.
I glance over my shoulder, but she hasn’t reappeared. No doubt she’s trying to get this to be my fault, like some last-ditch effort to keep a spotless record. Too bad it’s been tarnished before she’s even begun.
I pause and glance at the bulletin board. The flyers are still in place, which means she probably rushed by and missed them. There are a few of the tear-away pieces gone. I type in her email and send her the security system alarm code. With any luck, it’ll get lost amongst the spam.
Step one: find one of Scarlett’s deep, dark secrets. A girl like her has to have a few skeletons in her closet.
Step two: use it against her. Mercilessly. And get some decent grades while I’m at it.
