Sacking The Player
“Yeah, no, but she tried to give me a condom out of her purse and it wasn’t even in a wrapper. I freaked out and excused myself to the bathroom. I don’t even know where the idea came from, but I filled the damn thing with water, and it was like a damn showerhead there were so many holes. So, if you could do this for me, yeah.” His cheeks are red he’s so flustered.
Poor guy. What’s wrong with these chicks? Does he have a magic dick or what? Geez. I kinda feel bad for him.
“My my, you are really racking up the favor debt today, aren’t you?” I grin, letting him off without being too much of a smart ass. “What do I get out of this?”
“Anything you want?”
“Anything, huh? I have to think on this...” I pace across the floor taking my time, watching him sweat. “What’s with the auction? Don’t guys like you live for that sort of shit? Being the center of attention and all that.”
“That’s the problem. They don’t want to bid on me for me. They want the Tate King experience. And I told you about last year.”
I have to bite my tongue not to laugh on that one. “What if I want the Tate King experience? What does that entail?” I’m flirting and he seems to like it.
“You’ll have to agree to be my girlfriend for you to get that experience.” He smirks at me, and I feel my face getting hot, remembering those stolen kisses from earlier. “But please, will you do this for me? I’m not above begging. I’ll do it.” He drops down on one knee. How hot is that. Tate King pleading for my help with those blue eyes sucking me in.
“I’ll do it on one condition,” I finally concede.
He nods. “Anything.”
“You have to be my partner for my audition next month for the dance company that is coming through this way. They are looking for new dancers to add to their company, and I want to try out. So far everyone seems to be doing solo work, but if our duet is amazing, I might have a better shot of getting it.”
His mouth hangs open. “I uh, shit. Okay, I’ll do it. But can we not tell people? I
don’t want people there to see me dance.”
“Nope, we will broadcast it loud and far. So you better act like you are proud to be doing this, and we will rock it.”
“You’re trying to ruin me, aren’t you?”
“Hey, I can dance without you or find a partner, but you’ll be stuck with your fangirls.” His eyes go wide. He doesn’t seem thrilled with his prospects.
He rubs his temples and sighs. “Fine.”
“This means I own your ass now, Tate.”
“Sounds kinky. I like it. Tie me up, chain me, spank me, abuse me. I’m at your service.” He’s got jokes.
“Don’t be a perv,” I warn, but my lips curve into a smile on their own, giving me away. Traitorous body.
“You like it. Don’t lie.”
I feel my face get red, yeah, I do like him, that’s the problem.
He steps into me knowing he’s winning the war even if I just won this one small battle.
“Did you get the notes from the lecture I missed?”
“Yeah, you want to come over and make a copy or I can just email them to you.”
“Nope, let’s go.”
This is probably a terrible idea. Taking Tate to my room alone. Yeah, we are so not getting any studying done.
He holds my hand without a word. We both know what’s about to go down. As soon as we get in my room all bets are off.
**
Tate is in my room tonight, we’re studying together for a quiz, but the only thing we are learning is the taste of each other’s tongues and other various body parts. He’s sucking on the shell of my ear and telling me all the things all girls love to hear. “I love hearing you laugh, it’s the sweetest sound. I love the way your skin pebbles with goosebumps when I kiss you.” Swoon.