Win Big:A Bad Boy Sports Romance(22)

That quieted him down for the rest of the time. We wrapped up with the pool exercises, dried off and got changed, and then we moved on his body weight strength training sets. Evan was focused. He pushed himself hard, and lucky for us both, he bumped into some of his football teammates at the end of our session. I hurried out while he chatted with them, relieved that he didn't say another word about me or my virginity.





14





Samantha





"He told you what?" Kristy fell back on her bed, laughing hysterically.

I folded my arms. "No fair, Kristy. Getting a laugh at my expense sucks."

"Come on. Lighten up. You know what he's trying to do, right?

"What? Get me a criminal record when I end up pleading guilty to knocking out his front teeth?"

"No, silly. The way he's trying to get a reaction out of you."

"I'm shocked."

"You should be entertained, because it won't work, not unless you want it too."

"No I mean I'm shocked about you. I thought you'd want me to file a sexual harassment complaint against him by now."

"Come on. He's harmless."

"Harmless? Seriously?"

Kristy sat up, turning ominously serious. "It's Austin you should be worried about. Evan just wants to get in your pants, but I guarantee you he won't make the first move. That's not his style, trust me. He's got enough women lining up to get a night or two with him. Austin, on the other hand, is cray cray. He has the potential to go all John Hinkley Jr. on you one day."

"Sorry, who?

"You remember that guy. He's famous. Well, infamous, rather. He stalked Jodie Foster when she was at some Ivy League college during the eighties, and then he shot President Reagan to prove his love for her or something."

"Huh? No, I don't remember that guy. You and I were born in the nineties. I'm not a history buff like you, Kristy."

"Yeah, well maybe you should read up on it, because you're acting like Austin isn't escalating, when he clearly is … " She paused and got up to look out our dorm room window. "See what you have Evan and his friends resorting to? A hunky bodyguard keeping watch outside." She shook her head. "Makes me wonder …  If Austin is John Hinkley Jr. and you're his Jodie Foster, who's his Ronald Reagan?"

"God. I don't have the brain capacity for this hypothetical game of fantasy stalker dream cast right now, hun."

"I just hope Austin doesn't go off the deep end … and the longer you wait to do something, the worse it can get."

"Kind of like my virginity, right?" I stretched out in my bed. "Maybe I should have slept with someone and gotten it over with."

"Yeah, like who? Austin?"

"God no. One of the guys I dated in high school."

"No no no. Not Harry Mandic. He was a real tool." I looked over at her. She was serious for all of half a second before collapsing on her bed with laughter. "He was a tool! Get it?"

"Very funny, Kristy."

"John Whang and Willie Jackanoff weren't that much better!" she giggled.

I frowned. "You're not being very nice today."

"I'm not the one who went out with those guys, Sam."

"This is hopeless."

Kristy saw how despondent I was, and toned it down. "It's not your fault, hun. You just have to step back and see the humor in it … except for Austin. We all thought he had such high potential in junior year, and he turned out to be a possessive, overly jealous, rich snot. No wonder you're still a virgin. A guy like that can completely turn any woman off of dating."

"So now I'm a loser, right?"

"No, you know I don't think that."

"That's how I feel. Like something's wrong with me. It's not like I'm waiting for marriage, or being overly romantic and waiting for the one, or abstaining for religious reasons."                       
       
           



       

"Look at you … you're hot. You can sleep with anyone you want, whenever you're ready."

I shrugged. "Maybe, but now it's some kind of commodity. That's a lot of pressure on me, picking the guy I'll finally take the plunge with."

"Then get it over with … " She raised her eyebrows. "Maybe with Evan?

"What the hell? Wait, weren't you the one to tell me to be careful with him because he's freaky and promiscuous? Not to mention his porn fixation."

"So I said that. Sue me. Can't a girl change her mind? He's been nice to you where it matters … breaking up that argument with Austin that day, sending the cute bodyguard guy downstairs to make sure nothing happens to you … think about it. Standing up to Austin is a big deal around here."

"I can't believe you right now, Kristy."

"What?"

"You've forgotten that he talks without thinking, and the end result it usually something tactless and unkind."

"All jocks have that asshole factor. It's in their DNA."

"Is that speaking from experience? Don't think I haven't noticed you aren't saying much about the one you're tutoring."

She giggled. "You mean Mo? He's a big teddy bear."

"A teddy bear you're into?"

"I'm not sure. We've got a lot of work ahead of us. Seriously though, you know why else you should consider Evan?"

"I'm not sure I want to know."

"Too bad, I'm telling you anyway. You should, because for all your whining and nit-picking about him, it's obvious to me that you're into him. I can't remember the last time we talked about any guy the way we've been doing since you started working with Evan. I wish you could see how your eyes light up when you talk about him. You did kiss him, after all."

"That was different. I was overwhelmed … "

"Three times? Go on, tell me I'm wrong."

I rolled onto my back in bed and stared up at the ceiling, unsure of how to refute what she proposed. I couldn't. Evan wasn't the only one all hot and bothered about the idea of sleeping with me. I was party to the aching too, feeding off of the way he got turned on by me, wet and wanting after all the times I stole glances at his manhood, and how it strained against the cotton in his shorts half the time. He was huge. I couldn't deny that something stirred inside me when I imagined what it would feel like to have him inside me.

But then I thought, no way. Not when he had been with God knows how many girls before me. I didn't want to be just a number or a notch in his headboard.

"You think about it. I have to get dressed."

I turned to my side. "Off to a feminist rally? If you are, try not to get on a podium today."

She smiled and stepped over to her desk, picking up her purse. "I'm going to my parents' for dinner. Want to come with?"

"No, I've got a few readings to catch up on."

"You sure?"

"Yes. Next time."

"All right. Well, I'm off. You be safe, okay?"

"I will."

She looked out the window again. "Evan's friend left his mafia bodyguard downstairs again. You should be okay."

"I'll be fine. Have a nice dinner, hun."

After Kristy left, I decided to have a long shower. I needed a reset. My hair needed a deep conditioning treatment too, to get some more of the chlorine out of it after a week in the pool with Evan. I got my things together, changing into a robe to use the showers down the hall. Tightening the belt of my robe, I slipped on my flip flops and left the room.

Some of the girls on the floor were all dressed up, ready for a night out as I passed them walking down the hall in my robe and flip flops. That seven-night-a-week party mode had never been my college experience. My nose was always in the books, which easily explained why I hadn't slept with anyone yet. I thought about it, really seriously this time as I stepped inside the shower stall and closed the curtain. This was crazy. I needed to let it go or I'd end up fixated and unable to get any work done tonight.

Taking off my robe, I hung it on the hook outside the stall. I turned the handle, yelping a little when the stream of water started off ice cold and quickly warmed up. I lathered shampoo into my hair and took my time rinsing it out, closing my eyes as the suds ran down my body. My muscles loosened up too. It felt so good I was tempted to forget about the deep conditioning treatment. That extra step required me to move out from under the stream of water for a few minutes so the product could do its work. Grumbling at the idea, I did it anyway.                       
       
           



       

While I waited, my conversation with Kristy was top of mind. Me and Evan? It was absurd.

Laughable.

Outrageous.

Foolish.

Harebrained and bordering on insane.

So why did the idea cause wicked heat to spread out from my core and made my body shudder as though I was touching myself? I looked down at my busy hands, one at my breast and one between my legs, smiling shamelessly. I was touching myself, conjuring images of Evan stroking my breasts, tasting me, running his massive hands down my body and making me moan and beg for more. The throbbing between my legs started up again, progressing from a dull ache to a burning need that could only be sated by letting him own me completely.