Page 6 of Go Deep (A Bad Boy Sports Romance)
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Slade
Itookmy seat in the last row of the lecture hall for my Entrepreneurship class. Cassidy sat down front. She always sat down front. She did it to discourage me from sitting near her. She knew I wasn’t about to sit up there with the obvious keeners. From my seat, though, I still had a clear shot of her. She was a tiny little thing, probably around five and a half feet, and had an obviously athletic body and those long, shapely legs. She had curves in all the right places. I wanted to get lost in those curves. I would have gladly put money on how toned that body was. Dammit I was ready to feel her long, chestnut-brown waves tumble down over my face while she moved over top of me.
Bottom line is I had a bad case of lust for the girl. I even envied the other cheerleaders who got to put their hands on her tiny waist and toss her around at practice or on our Saturday games. These hands of mine wanted to grab those hips and turn her each and every way but never turn her loose until she screamed my name. It was time for that chapter, and come hell or swamp water, I was determined to get her before the year was out. Fucking Cassidy Greyson was my self-assigned senior project. No matter what else I accomplished this year, my college career would be incomplete if I didn’t bag that sweet piece of ass.
She wasn’t the little kid running around with my kid brother anymore. She was a sexy woman now. Those blue eyes had deepened over the last few years, the childhood innocence in them giving way to a kind of maturity that promised dirty things to be had in the dark of night. Her hair was more of a chestnut brown now, but still very natural. Her voice was as toned as her thighs and those tits that hid out under too many layers for my liking.
Christ, all this thinking about Cassidy got me in a very bad place for start of class—distracted, hard, and horny as fuck. I smiled and shook my head, thinking it would have been a shame to have to grab one of the eager girls checking me out after class to work off the edge. It was a good thing Dr. Taylor, our Entrepreneurship professor, showed up just then.
“Good morning, class,” Dr. Taylor announced. The man looked like a science professor more than a business professor. He had messy salt-and-pepper hair, wore glasses, and always sported a white lab coat over his gray suit. He always had whatever he needed in the coat though, whether it was a dry erase marker or his cell phone.
A few students let out a halfhearted “Good morning” in response.
He stopped and looked around at all of us, then he stopped and focused on me. Good job, Mr. Clark. Nice way to kick off the season.”
“Thanks,” I chuckled, putting on my“I’m so humble”act as this was a formal, public forum.
Setting his armload of books and notes down on the table beside his podium, he grabbed a couple sheets of paper from the top. He walked over to the corkboard at the side of the lecture hall near the door and posted the sheets with push pins.
“Class, I don’t see many new faces around the room, which is a good thing, because you all know each other by now. This is why I won’t waste any time getting to the good part. Let’s go over your term project.”
The room groaned.
“No, no. Don’t start that yet. Trust me. You’ll enjoy this one. This project will count for thirty-five percent of your course grade, so you have to do well if you expect to ace this course. That being said, I think it’s also worth reminding you that everyone in here needs this course for a degree, and hopefully a career right out of the gate.”
He pushed his glasses up and looked around the room. No one found him even remotely encouraging. This was the first day of class, for fuck’s sake. Half of the students were still buzzed from Saturday night.
“You will each be working with a partner to launch a mock business. Now, you may or may not actually launch a business out of this project. However, you will write up a complete business plan. You will pitch the business to a real business owner or angel investor. At the end of it all, you will also hand in a write-up of your experience doing the project. Most importantly, you will treat this as a real business and not just a project. I’ve lined up a few owners and investors, who have agreed to help you emulate the real world experience by reviewing your project as if you were really pitching a business idea to them. That’s why I say, if they really like your idea, it could take off. No, I’m not kidding. Take this seriously. I shouldn’t have to say that, but every year, someone goofs off and wonders why they flunk this class.”
I knew immediately who I wanted to partner with, and my brain started working to figure out how to get her to want to work with me. This project was my opportunity to get her alone so I could finally hit that.
“Now, for that thirty-five percent of your grade. Your grade will come from each of the three main components of this project. I will be grading your business plan and your write-up of the experience at the end. I will also be assigning a grade on your presentation, based on the observations of your pitch to a business owner or investor. You have the option of pitching to my selected colleagues, or you can find your own contacts, who will all have to be approved by yours truly. Any questions?”
No hands went up.
It was too damn early in the day and in the semester to kiss academic ass.
“All right. Moving along, I decided I don’t want you working with friends. I want you focusing on the project, and in the real world, you won’t be able to work with people you know well or like. So, I’ve gone ahead and paired you all off myself. Donotcome to me trying to change your partner. Every year, someone does,” he said with a shake of his head.
His little warning didn’t discourage me. I decided that if I didn’t get paired with Cassidy, I’d find a way to convince Dr. Taylor to switch out our partners so we could be paired up. I couldn’t miss the chance to get up close and personal with her on this. Heck, it was such a perfect opportunity for me to slide on into her dorm room, it must have been made for me. There was no doubt in my mind that once I got her cornered for any amount of time, she’d finally come to her senses and wiggle out of those tight jeans of hers.
I sat back in my chair and grinned when the prof carried on with his first lecture. We would work together and do the best damn project in the class, and I would get laid at the same time. It was a win-win for both of us. The end of class finally came around, and Dr. Taylor abruptly stopped his lecture and looked around the room.
“We only have a few minutes left in class today, and I want to make sure everyone gets a chance to see the partner assignments. Please, if you will, line up here in front so we can do this in an orderly fashion. After you see who your partner is, you may leave.”
Orderly fashion, my ass! Everyone stormed the front of the classroom, crowding around the board to find out who they’d been set up to work with. Somehow, I ended up in front of Cassidy. I felt her trying to push up to see around me, but I kept myself in front of her. Thankfully, my name was close to the top in alphabetical order. I put a finger on the page and drug it across to my partner: Cassidy Greyson.
“Sweet,” I said, turning around to boast.
Cassidy looked up at me with anxious expectation in her eyes. “Who’s your partner?”
“You are, lucky lady.”
She rolled her eyes at me and groaned. “You’re joking, right?”
“Nope. You get the honor of having me lift this grade into the stratosphere.”
