Dirty Curve

by Meagan Brandy

Tutor Girl doesn’t have a man, but she ain’t free. She’s mine. Or she will be. She just doesn’t know it yet.

“Girl, I’m telling you, you could breathe near me and I’d be fucking distracted.”

“I don’t like the idea of you being out at night alone, so I made sure you weren’t.” “Lots of people walk home alone at night.” “I don’t want you to be one of them.”

“I don’t expect you to—” “Expect it,” I cut her off. “Whatever it is, expect it, want it, demand it even. There’s only one other person in this fucking world I allow to get in my head, but baby, you didn’t ask permission.” My lips curl into a smile. “Girl, you didn’t even want the spot, the way I remember it, but you stole it regardless.”

“Let me be someone that matters to you, ‘cause, you matter to me, Tutor Girl. Both of you do.”

“Fellas, tip your hats and pull out them handcuffs. Time to lock a woman up or watch her go, ‘cause Tobias motherfucking Cruz has returned to the hothouse!”