Page 31 of Wicked Surrender

Her nostrils flared but she didn’t break eye contact.

“This is the kind of stuff that goes viral.”

She swallowed, lowering her gaze and cracking for just a moment. “So, you shared it. I’m not surprised. That would fit with your MO.”

I shook my head, reaching out to tuck her long raven hair back behind her eyes. I didn’t want her to hide from me. Not for a single fucking second. “Not yet.”

She raised her brows but didn’t comment, seeming too wary to speak.

“But I will.”

“Of course, you will.”

I grinned. “Or not.”

“I’m not in the mood to play games with you,” she said quietly, almost defeatist about it.

“Then don’t. I’ll make a deal with you, Second-Best.”

She almost narrowed her eyes at that nickname.

“You write my term paper for med philo,” I said, “and I’ll delete the video and never share it.”

She didn’t hesitate, locking those bold green eyes on me as she answered instantly. “No.”

I chuckled, shaking my head again. “No?”

“No.”

“You took med philo last year. It’s not like it’d be hard for you to whip up a paper for me.”

She reached for her books, dismissing me and my phone. Her arm brushed against mine as she settled in to study with me. “My answer is no.”

“You don’t care if this gets shared and goes viral?” I taunted.

She lifted her chin up high, not backing down. If I weren’t so stuck on this path of ruining her, I’d have to admit she looked fucking gorgeous. So fierce, confident like I’d never seen before.

“I refuse to do your work for you, Jason. I care about my ethics too much to cheat or enable you to cheat.”

Goddamn.

I hadn’t expected that.

“Hey.” I shrugged, setting my phone on the table with the video still automatically replaying. “I gave you a chance.”

She huffed a weak laugh. “Guess so. Let’s go over these trig problems first.”

As she carried on, I repeated my habit of interrupting her and making it impossible for her to coherently explain something. It was one of my favorite games, chopping up her train of thought and trying to make her flustered.

I did it every session, but this time, I stuck with asking questions about the breakup.

“Was he really that bad in bed?” I taunted, not bothering to move away. I stayed put, leaning in.

She cleared her throat. “I’m not discussing him with you.”

A few moments later, waiting until she was on a roll again with sine and cosine, I said, “It’s a damn shame he couldn’t even find your clit.”

Her cheeks turned pink.

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