Page 8 of Get Even

“There was also a photo of you with your arm around some girl.”

“So?”

“Your tongue was in her mouth.”

“Oh. Okay?”

He sighed and began walking to the door again while I trailed behind him. “So I think a school literally named after a famous lesbian might have an issue with him not liking you kissing a girl.”

“It’s still my word against his. Look, it’s fine, I’ll cool things off, be on my best behavior and just ride out this probation in time for graduation in the summer.”

Nick laughed and it echoed around the empty hall, “Sure.”

“What?”

“The idea of you behaving. You won’t last five minutes, so you better come up with a better plan than that if you really don’t want to report him.”

I patted his chiseled cheek and sighed enviously, “Why do you have such a good face?”

He smirked as he pushed open the door to the corridor, “God loves me.”

“You’re definitely proof that god loves the gays,” I joked and he grinned before it faded quickly.

“Look, I mean it. Davis could really make life difficult for you, you know I’ll support you if you decide to come forward.”

“I know, I appreciate it. Honestly.”

“But you’re not going to do it,” he smiled ruefully before ruffling my hair and I spluttered as I tried to rearrange my fringe. “Just find yourself a nice, wholesome guy with a good rep and date him for the next few months. Unless you’re with the girl?”

I snorted, “No, she just needed rescuing.”

“Ahhh and you were only too happy to provide your tongue as aid, I see.”

“Jamie,” a low voice called and something in my stomach flipped.

Nick gave a low whistle and winked, “Looks like you’ve got a good candidate here with Mr. Clark Kent.” I swatted at him as I saw a figure approaching out of the corner of my eye. “I’ll see you later,” Nick grinned and left me to the wolves.

I turned slowly and swept my face blank of any emotion as I took him in. Ryan Sommers. co-captain of the football team, possibly the sexiest person to ever exist and strictly off-limits. Or, well, he had been when I was dating Aaron anyway. I let the tiniest hint of a smirk tilt up my mouth as he approached, steps sure and confident, denim eyes fixed on me.

“Ry,” I said, my smirk transforming into a fully-fledged smile as he stopped next to me and leaned back against the wall next to the lecture hall door. “What’s up?”

The corridor felt too small with him standing in it, like he had sucked out all the air and left only heat. His eyes traced over my outfit and that fire moved through me, tightening my nipples and stoking my blood. It was heady, having something forbidden finally within reach, to finally be allowed towant.

“Just thought I’d stop and say hi,” he said and his voice was sinful. I’d often avoided talking to him when I was with Aaron because that voice… it did things to me. “I couldn’t help overhearing – you need some help with your Professor?”

I wanted to focus, I wanted him to leave or to stay, I wasn’t sure yet – all I could think about was his voice sayingDo you always open the door in your panties, Jamie?

I wrangled my hormones back under control. Was a revenge threesome not enough rebound sex to get back at, and over, Aaron? “Ah, I’m good but thanks.”What am I saying?I may have hated Professor Dick, but a career in academia was what I’d wanted for so long and it would happen over Davis’ dead body. If Ryan could help me get things back on track…

He took a step closer and his cologne washed over me pleasantly, smelling faintly of apples and something dark. “Date me for the three months. I have a stellar rep, straight As…” and then he said the one thing he knew was my weakness, “it’ll drive Aaron crazy.”

I bit back the smile that tried to crawl free, “What would you be getting out of it? Is this because you’ve seen the photo?”

Ryan raised an eyebrow and his lopsided smile was cute and more than a little cocky, “Pretty sure I saw a lot more than what was in that photo when you opened the door,” he pointed out with a slight tinge of pink sweeping across his cheeks. “Anyway, do I really need more of a reason than pissing off your ex-boyfriend?”

I folded my arms across my chest and didn’t miss the way his gaze dropped down to my chest and the dark lacy fringe framing my boobs. “Maybe.”

“How about this?” he said, stepping closer again until his chest brushed mine and his head bent as his mouth brushed my ear. “Aaron’s a dick and he never deserved you. You need my help.”

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