Tempting the Player (Campus Wallflowers #4)

by Rebecca Jenshak

“It’s you,” I say, still locked onto his stunning eyes. His dark brows pull together, and his mouth is set in a straight line. His jawline is a work of art. He’s even hotter up close. Broodier, but hotter. “I mean, I recognize you. You run by my house every day. I’m Jane.” He moves us so I’m standing on my own two feet instead of swooning in his arms, steadies me and then steps away. “Careful where you’re walking, Jane.”

It’s only when Cam’s blurry body in front of me is pushed out of the way that I notice the dark head approaching me. I blink back what I now realize are tears in time to see my mystery guy reach up and grab me around the waist. I freeze under his touch, but then his voice is reassuring me as his big hands span out around my middle. “You’re okay. I’ve got you.”

“Isn’t it obvious?” Arch nudges him, and his lips pull into a small, knowing smile. “She thought he was into her and when she found out who he was, she realized she was just a job.” “She wasn’t just a job.” The words are out before I can pull them back. Arch’s smile just gets bigger. Fucker.

“Favorite color?” He doesn’t answer right away, and I assume he’s not going to. He’s such a stickler. But just as a test paper is handed back to me, his voice is back in my ear. “Green.”

“And also,” he says, voice low. “Even if it wasn’t my job, I’d do whatever I could to keep you safe.”

“I want you, Hendrick. Kiss me. Fuck me. Make me forget my name. And yours.” One knee drops to the mattress, and he hovers over me. “Don’t forget my name. I want to hear you scream it.”

“Eyes on me,” he grits out.

“I said I was your boyfriend because I wanted them to know that you’re mine. Bodyguard, boyfriend, friend, whatever you want to call me is up to you. I’m yours and that’s all that matters. But to everyone else, I want them to know that I’m the guy they have to answer to if they hurt you.”

“You could dress up and boss me around all day. We could do a little sexy billionaire role-play. I’d pay for that.” Her professor walks into the class behind us, giving her and then me a curious look. It sounds like I’m her boy toy. I give her the good dick for free.