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At this point, I'm pretty sure I'm the one who owes him, not the other way around. You'd think that he'd get the message by now that I'm some kind of bad luck charm—this is twice in a row now that I've made him late to something.

But we're going out to dinner at the end of the week? He's even going to pick the place we're going to eat at.

He's for sure going out of his way to make me feel better about things, which is totally sweet.

But why? I'm just some random girl.

Did I just get tricked into a date?

I reach for my lukewarm cup of coffee, no longer enticed by its aroma. But I can't help but smile.

If that was his sly way of getting me to agree to a date, that means he likes me, at least enough to want to see me again. And I can't be mad about a hunk wanting to take me out.

No matter how I look at it, he should be trying to get rid of me. But somehow, I scored a date.

How lucky am I?

CHAPTER 4

Sam

Four Years Ago

That girl I followed into the forest might not want anything to do with me, but her classmates sure do.

I've beenresearchingall week, and so far, it hasn't been difficult to get information out of them. As long as I'm giving them my full attention.

I've learned that her name is Bree Perry. She's the daughter of Professor Perry, the guy who's been riding my ass lately about not paying attention during lectures. But she doesn't visit him on campus—or hasn't, not since I've been tailing him. So I haven't been able to find out anything from her association with her dad.

Bree goes to class, picks up a snack, and then goes to study in the forest nearly every day that she's on campus. And no one I've talked to has much to say about her.

I'm hoping that will change today.

One of her classmates, Kendall, is currently pushing me into her dorm room, a hungry look in her eyes. Didn't take long tocrack this nut—she seemed eager for a reason to ditch class. Something tells me this one isn't an overachiever, and I'm hoping that means she has a lot to say about Bree.

"I'm going to eat you up," she promises with a lick of her lips.

Her head dips down, and she looks up at me through her curled bangs as she kicks the door shut behind her.

"Yeah?"

Kendall presses her hand to my chest, her long red nails digging in slightly.

"Oh yes."

Her other hand cups my balls, getting a good handful.

I keep backing slowly away until I come to her bed. She pushes me down, then kneels between my legs, keeping her eyes on me.

"Is class so bad that you want to hang out with a guy like me?"

Kendall rolls her eyes as her fingertips busy themselves with unbuttoning and unzipping my pants. "I can't ever figure out what he's talking about. The textbooks he has us reading don't make any sense."

I stroke her blonde hair and immediately wish I didn't. Someone should tell her to lay off the bleach.

"You can't let a power-tripping professor ruin your GPA, beautiful," I say, lowering my voice as her slender fingers wrap around my dick. It grows hard at her touch, and she starts stroking me lightly. "If no one understands what he's talking about, you can report him. Want me to show you how?"

Kendall frowns a little and shakes her head, her stiff strands brushing across her shoulders. "There are a few students who always raise their hands, though. Makes the rest of us look like idiots, honestly." She lowers her red lips to my dick, but I shake my head at her. She keeps stroking me instead, keeping the slow pace.

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