Dirty Curve

by Meagan Brandy

I put on my best grin and wait for her head to shoot up as she grows closer, for her to peek up at me, flutter her lashes, and apologize for trying to pawn me off, then beg me to let her make it up to me by going down, but she doesn’t do any of those things either.

Someone thinks very highly of themselves.

“Are you trying to lose this job, Meyer? Because as you know, I can make that happen.” I hate when he threatens my position like this, as if I didn’t get this tutoring job on my own merit, but being he pulled me into his department, he does now have complete control over my main source of income.

Yeah ok...but what is his beef with you ?

He hangs up and I hang my head in defeat, not bothering to lift it as I read the text that comes through seconds later, a threatening warning from the man to never force him to have to call me again. Because he wouldn’t call if he didn’t have to.

Yeah whats his deal ?? I dont understand..

What is with this chick? Here I am, doing what girls wait for me to do and initiating conversation, yet she’s still pretending not to be interested. Not that I’m interested, but she should be.

Please get over yourself.

“What are you doing?” she worries. “What am I doing?” I push even closer. “I’m wondering why I want to fuck you all of a sudden, and why all you ever do is try real hard to get away from me.”

Because youre annoying and self obsessed. Smh

“Why you worried about being seen with me, Tutor Girl? Women beg for me. Being around me might be good for a girl like you. Get you noticed more.” Why would I want that? Why wouldn’t I want that?

Smh. A prick.

She probably thinks I ate that shit up. That I wanted the pathetic bad boy label and press that came with it. I didn’t, but the papers created him anyway, and once I realized they’d never stop, I did the only thing I could: I accepted the role.

Well youre doing a great job. Ass

“So, this is where slightly cool and less uptight Tutor Girl turns back into the killjoy, noted.” She gives no reaction and I’m pretty sure that’s what I’m after. It must be because I keep going.

Clearly.

“So, what is it, huh? Can’t handle being around me this long, gets the juices flowin’?” She doesn’t slow or look back at me, but there’s a small frown now marring her face. Good, almost there. I want her to snap, to yell or scream. To give me something.

Why ?? What is your deal ?

I don’t because she’s stopped in her tracks and her eyes are on mine. Staring, searching, contemplating ... Her eyes are on mine. Why do I want to keep them there?

you seem to have developed a thing for th one girl who doesnt want you.

“Why don’t you try to get in my bed?” She nearly chokes, tries to escape, but I block her, and her brows cave. “I’m your tutor.” “That’s not an answer.” I lick my lips. “I can give you whatever it is you want, do whatever you like. I’m a generous man. I’d be good to you, I promise.”

The way audacity must be on sale is crazzzyyy.

And I’m hard as a fucking rock. For my messy, prudey, annoyingly pretty eyed, goddess-shaped tutor. The one girl seemingly immune to my charm. I don’t get it, but I want to. I want to know her. Understand her. I kind of just want to talk to her for a while. What kind of warped world is this?

Issues.

That’s when it hits me and I chuckle to myself. Of course. It’s obvious now. Tutor Girl got upset, maybe even insulted, at my offer to walk her home because I didn’t offer to take her back to mine.

Omg..please.

“Oh man, is that Tobias Cruz I see?!” my boy Noah shouts as I walk into the gym.

We love Noah in this house

Twenty bucks didn’t always come so easy for me either. My parents lived paycheck to paycheck all our lives, and the little extra they did have, they saved. Maybe I need to remember that next time I pop into the grocery store.

Yeah..i agree.

“You’re tutoring someone right now?” “For the next couple hours, yeah.” “Who?” Bro, chill. What the fuck is wrong with you?

Annoyinbgg

“So, what’s really going on?” he asks. “I want her.” “Who, my volleyball captain?” I scoff a laugh. “Nah, man.” With a sigh, I swing my eyes to his. “My fucking tutor.”

Yeah no shit.

“Well, there it the fuck it is, son. I called that shit when she stunned your ass by walking away from you without giving you the time of day.” I chuckle when he bumps his shoulder into mine. “Yeah, fucker. You did.”

Very cliched but i get it i guess. Fling for the one person you cant have. Makes sense.

“So, which is it? She free or taken?” Running my tongue along my teeth, I let out a heaving breath and turn to face him once more. “She definitely ain’t free.”

Oop- not lagying claimmm.

Echo gets what I’m saying, and his lips slowly begin to curve. 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.

Lol. Wooow.

My shoulders fall and she tugs free, a triumphant smile spreading across her lips. “So easily distracted, Mr. Cruz.” “Girl, I’m telling you, you could breathe near me and I’d be fucking distracted.”

Lol. Thats not good.

The situation is complicated, more so than she even knows, but I think it’s time to tell her the truth. The whole truth. So I do.

Dont be shy...share

I want to feel her tighten around me. Tense under me. Moan for me. She swallows. “I should go.” “I should kiss you.” “Tobias—”

You know he knows wshat he wants so kudos to him.

“What kind of promise?” “That when you want to kiss me, you will.” “I ...” She looks down, but I use my knuckle to bring her focus right back. “Promise me, and if you never want to, it won’t matter.” But you’ll want to. I’m thinking you already do ...

Interesting.

“You know, if you pass this exam and your midterm next week, you’ll have your eighty percent in this class.” “Kinda want the girl more.”

That was a cute response

“Table for one or is your date coming?” “Nah, she couldn’t make it.” I shrug, bringing myself closer to her. “She’s working at this little burger joint in town.”

Damn. Hes really going for it.

Guilt and indecision swell in my throat. We’ve been around each other plenty of times now, so if he were going to remember me, it would have happened already, and he is only asking for a phone call. There’s no risk, right?

Remember You ??. Waut, is ge the papi ??

“Go feed your girl, little mama.” I spin and walk out. I’ll be back to feed mine. And I am.

Mmmm

She seeks out the source of the sound. Right then, bright blue eyes framed in long dark lashes meet mine and they don’t look away. She stares right at me. “What’s up, little one?”

Mmmmmmmm. Yeah thats his baby...maybe.

I can see it in her eyes. She wants to flirt, but more than that, she wants to be flirted with. And then she wants what follows. The pull in her core, the heat between her legs, the kind that only burns deep with the touch of a man. A man who wants her just as much. What’s holding you back, baby?

Some secret..

She’s feelin’ me, and I want her to give in. To take, ‘cause, fuck me, I’m ready to give. I’ll give her anything she wants if she lays those lips on mine. I’ll do all the work. I just need her to make the move. Make the move, baby...

His tune is real differenttt now. Lol.

“This is my suite; it comes with a deck view.” He chuckles, a small shrug following. “And you got here like you always do, son. You called me after you had your fun. I sent an Uber after you and had them drop you here.”

Theres something real shady about this Coach...

My hotel room. My motherfucking hotel room. My girl. My girl, who has no clue she’s my girl ... Oh fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck. Last night I didn’t … fuck me, did I?

Uh oohhh.

She thinks I fucked up, and that means, in her perfect little mind, there’s something to be fucked up. On the other, for her to assume what her gorgeous eyes are telling me makes my stomach ache, but why wouldn’t she?

Ok, so what hhappened ?

What’s twisting my insides is the fact that she could possibly believe, even for a second, that she meant so little to me after the time we’ve spent together, but again, I can understand it. I hate it, but I understand it.

Sometimes you have to spell it out for em.

How could she possibly know to the full extent what she means to me, when I’ve yet to spell it out for her? She knows I want her, but she could easily, subconsciously, translate that back to the headlines she reads over time.

Hey thats what i said.

“Meyer, look at me,” I rasp, my hand sinking into her hair. “Baby, please ...” She licks her lips, blinking hard, and when she finally meets my gaze with her own, an emptiness lurches in my chest.

Ok wait..cause hold onnn...he might eat this up.

I don’t know what happened last night, but I didn’t do anything I’d regret. There’s no way. I wouldn’t. Not to her. Not to them.

Yeah, this feels like something your Coach cooked up. Ion trust him

“Listen—” “I didn’t mean to assume anything and you don’t owe me an explanation.” Meyer’s tone is pleading, as if she’s begging me not to speak. “We’re—” “Say friends, I dare you.”

Oop-... Hold oonnn.

“Hey, you passed out at the grill. It took three of us to get your ass into the car and out into Coach’s room last night. I loaned you a shoulder and you happily loaned me your room so I didn’t have to keep X up all night in mine.” I fucking knew it.

Ooohhh. Ok but that doesnt account for your missing phone...the coach got it. Im sure.

Her eyes come back to mine, a sorrow building within them. She shakes her head, at a loss for what to say. “Tobias, I—” I jerk forward, take her neck in my palm, and smash my lips into hers.

He said enough is enough. Okkaayy

She pushes up on her toes to get more of me, her arms wrapping around my neck in an attempt to get closer, so I help my baby out. I glide my palms from her ribs to her back, and when I tug her flush to me, she gasps.

Aawww. Happy for you guys.

I bring my right hand to her back again, using caution as I grab Bailey’s car seat with my left. I lead us into Meyer’s room. Nudging the chair out of the way, I set Bailey down, making sure the sleeping princess is facing away, and then drive my fingers into Meyer’s hair.

Daammnn. Hes strong. Okaayyyy

“Mine,” I whisper, forcing my tongue into her mouth and rolling into her, my muscles clenching. All fucking mine. Both of them.

Aaww

My muscles freeze and I push up on one hand, darting my eyes toward the door, toward the little gray car seat, pink flowers dusting the top, a frilly white lace trimming the edges. Slowly, I ease into a sitting position, Meyer’s pants loud and heavy at my side.

I was about to saayyyy. Lmaaooo

Meyer gave her the little toy I bought her daughter, even when she was angry with me, because really, she wasn’t mad at me, she was mad at herself for daring to hope we were more than what she felt last night when sounds of another woman came from my room.

Hmm. Cute and sweet and real.

“I don’t know how the fuck last night turned into what it did, but it never should have happened. I wanted to get back here, and I was the first out the door, but then this thing with scouts popped up and ... I should have called you. I should have left when an hour went by and they never showed, but it didn’t and that won’t happen again.”

This conversation is needed.

“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.”

Ate that...

“Even if you didn’t, I’d have given it to you.” My eyes move between hers. “Let me be someone that matters to you, ‘cause, you matter to me, Tutor Girl. Both of you do.” “You do matter, Tobias,” she whispers. “And that’s one of the hardest parts of this.”

Aawwwwww

“I put a ticket in your name yesterday for today’s game. Come. Watch me pitch.” I run my thumb along her jaw, my pulse punching against my ribs when she leans into my touch. “Be the reason I win today.”

3rd times a charm...