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Denying the Bad Boy(14)

By:Jenika Snow


He licked his lips, cleared the hoarseness from his throat, and tried to force his voice to sound halfway normal. “You have something else in mind?”

She nodded and started playing with the end of her braid. God, he would give her all the cock she could handle, and she didn’t even have to tutor him. And it wasn’t just about him being a whore, because he was fucking hard-up for her, and in a really bad way. It seemed like it took fucking forever for her to answer, but really it had been seconds.

“I have this little problem, and I think you might be the perfect guy to help me out with it.” Holy fuck. The filthy things that came to mind had him feeling shitty, but of course that didn’t stop him from thinking them. He didn’t know if she was a virgin, but she certainly looked virginal. He also couldn’t imagine her saying she only wanted one-night of bliss, but wanted him to be her first. Alex wasn’t in the business of popping cherries, but shit he would have broken his rules for her. “So, I have this wedding next month, my sister’s actually, and I am kind of being forced to bring a date.” She looked up at him, but didn’t give him a chance to respond. “It wouldn’t be like a date-date, but more of you helping me out big time, and well, paying for the tutoring.” Alex was stunned speechless.

“You want me to be your date to your sister’s wedding?” That wasn’t even in the same X-rated ballpark as he was thinking.

“Well, it’s a little more than that. I…” She looked around before turning back toward him. Leaning in closer and lowering her voice she said, “I actually need a bad boy to bring home to my parents.” His lips twitched, and he watched her irritation over the fact he thought this was humorous cover her face. “I need you to pretend to be in love with me in front of my parents and their rich, snobby friends. I want them to see your tattoos, want them to raise their eyebrows and feel scandalized. I don’t want to be their cookie cutter daughter, and I want you to help me prove to them that I don’t have to be with a Harvard graduate to be happy.” She took a deep breath once she was finished, and he could tell she was expectant of his answer. “I’m just sick of feeling out of place with them, and since I am kind of obligated to go and all, and am being all but forced to bring a date, I thought you could help me out since I’m helping you out. It would only be for the first weekend in October—”

“All right.” He hadn’t meant to cut her off, but she really didn’t need to sell him on spending the weekend with her. It wasn’t about not having to give her money to tutor him, because that wouldn’t have been an issue and he would have been more than happy to compensate her for her time. Alex anticipated the time he would get to spend with her now and then. Yeah, it was a good month away, but damn it would be a good fucking weekend. Staying away from her had just suddenly gone out the window, because there was a shit load of images that slammed into Alex’s mind, ones that were not innocent, and that concerned him and her doing things that required a hell of a lot less clothing. Maybe wanting her in the dirty way he did made him a bastard, but he never said he was anything but. He would be good to her, make her smile and blush, but in the end he wanted more from her. One night might not be enough, but it would have to be, because that was all Alex could guarantee anyone.

“Really? I thought I’d have to lay it on thick, you know, really talk you into going.” Her cheeks were red, and he grinned.

“Nah, I’m all about going. I get tutored by a gorgeous and smart woman, and I get to go to some swanky party. Pretending to be head over heels for you shouldn’t be hard.” He gave her a wink, and she glanced away quickly, her embarrassment tangible. “I’m in.” She glanced up and smiled, and that cute little dimple popped up.

“Okay, well great.” She started messing with her napkin again. “That settles that then. So back to the actual tutoring. I can meet you here on Friday for our first session if you want, or is there somewhere else you would feel more comfortable going to?”

His erection had gone to half-mast during their conversation, but now the damn thing was at full blown hardness and threatened to burst through the fucking zipper of his jeans. All it had taken was her asking him to go somewhere else, and he had only been able to think of that one thing.

“Could we possibly do this at my house?” A rush of testosterone moved through his veins when he saw the pink coloring that covered her chest and neck grow a deeper shade of red. Ah, so he wasn’t the only one with his mind in the gutter.