Page 30 of Go Deep (A Bad Boy Sports Romance)
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Slade
Ipulledup outside Cassidy’s dorm and as soon as I saw her I thought this was probably not a good idea. She stood outside under the old yellow streetlight in black shorts and a baby blue tank top. She had legs for days, and I took them in from her ankle all the way up to the shorts that were barely hiding the prize between them. I had to rearrange myself in my pants, remembering that I’d been there.
Her little top waved in the gentle breeze, hanging off of the swell of her breasts, her stomach flat enough that the bottom of her tank top didn’t have anything to rest on. Something about her had definitely changed if she was comfortable enough to dress that way around me, knowing I wanted her. I’d never kept my lust for her a secret, and now she was letting me see that much more of her, literally.
“Geez. I was wondering if you’d ever make it over here,” she said when I walked up from the car. She crossed her arms in front of her from the cold, and maybe to let me know she was upset about waiting too.
“There was some traffic tonight on the way back.” She gave me no resistance when I put my arm over her shoulder to warm her up.
“Back from where?”
“Stuff I needed to take care of,” I told her. I still kept my little part-time restaurant gig under wraps, intended to keep it that way until my debt was paid. I didn’t mention that I’d gone home and showered to get the smell of the place off of me this time.
“Well, let’s get upstairs before curfew,” she said. “It’ll be easier to keep you up there if I don’t have to sneak you in.”
“Right. I forgot about that. No guest of the opposite sex after midnight, or something like that.”
“Exactly.”
“Lead the way, then.”
As I followed her up to her room, it occurred to me that her roommate might have been home. That would explain her willingness to let me come over, and the outfit too. The door to her room swung open to show a dorm room with no roommate.
Good.
Coming to this tiny space reminded me of why I enjoyed the frat house, and needed to keep working my ass off so the landlord would let us stay there for the rest of the school year. These on-campus housing units were so small. Here in her two-person room, there was just enough room for two small beds, one shared desk, a side-by-side closet for their clothes and a small bar fridge. Above the computer desk was a makeshift vanity, which was basically a mirror hanging on the wall. Both sides of the room were identical, until the girls started decorating. Miranda’s side was immediately obvious with its dark tones, while Cassidy’s was covered in university memorabilia. It could have belonged to one of the guys on the team.
We sat down and got to work. Well, the desk was too small for us to actually work side by side. Cassidy sat at the desk and took out her laptop, while I sat on the corner of the bed admiring her. My eyes followed the way her back arched as she used her keyboard. Every curve of her body was perfect, but my eyes kept coming back to those legs stretched out under the desk. I felt my cock stirring as I watched her begin to work. I didn’t know how much longer I could keep my hands off of her, but I did my best.
She pulled up her draft speaking points and we got right to it, deciding how best to cover each section. She tweaked the pitch as we talked it out, and in less than two hours we were close to wrapping up the work. I admit, I may have reached out and slid my hand down her leg once or twice.
“Slade,” she whined out, pushing my hand off at one point so she could finish typing.
“Yeah, sorry. I’m having trouble staying focused right now.”
“I can see that. Let’s finish this up. I’m pretty beat too.” Was she just trying to be understanding, or was she telling me that mydistractionwas welcome? I couldn’t tell, but I figured it was best to get down to work so we could finish up and I could find out for myself.
I hadn’t realized how much work went into it. I figured we’d do the business plan, have a discussion with the investor or a business owner in town, and turn in a final report. Cassidy was going all out, trying to make sure we were prepared for each step of the way when it was time to move forward.
“So, do you think we should both deliver a part of the presentation?” she asked.
“I’d like that.”
“Or do you think one of us should handle most of the talking while the other just provides support?”
The topic really was my idea, and I was already a natural when it came to addressing any size audience. I also knew that she wanted to contribute as much as possible. She was strong and independent that way, and could have easily knocked this whole thing out herself, so she deserved the chance to do some of the talking.
“Let’s split the time,” I told her. “You start, and I’ll drive the idea home.”
“That could work.”
I watched her fingers click-click-click away on the keyboard, and a few minutes later she turned the screen towards me.
“The way I’ve got it arranged now,” she started, “it works if we just walk through the pitch. I also added a section that anticipates some common investor questions.”
“That sounds great,” I said, a little more absently than I’d planned. All these long hours made it near impossible to avoid being distracted, or to keep my hands to myself, let alone the fact that I’d started to see her in a different light. I didn’t just want her the way I did with the other girls I banged before her. That was what I couldn’t handle. Before this, my college priorities were simple. Football came first, then coursework, and then the girls.
