Page 30 of The Hockey Player and the Tutor
I clear my throat to free the knot that clogs the words trying to come out as I work to find my voice. Not because this lady intimidates me—I grew up in a tough town. Not many people can do that. But because my entire being is floating in the clouds from that amazing blow job I just received from Brin. Herdaughter.
I’m also seriously at a loss of what to say. Does she have any idea what we were just doing in here?
It doesn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out what two college kids are doing in a dark, locked room. But fuck it. We’re both adults and we’re allowed to have sex if we want.
I grow some balls and take three tentative steps forward and extend my hand to introduce myself. She waves me away dismissively.
“No need for introductions. I know who you are and what you want with my daughter… which is precisely why I’m here. Brinly.” She swings her head toward Brin, who looks as stunned as I feel, and pins her with a hard stare. “Grab your belongings. We’re leaving.”
Brin sputters with indignation. “Mother, you have no right. You can’t make me leave.”
I know very little about Brin’s mother other than she’s the owner of some successful company and resides in New York when she’s not traveling the globe. Now I understand Brin’s reluctance to ever talk about her mother. She’s the devil. Or a witch. And clearly a controlling bitch.
Her mother fingers off a leather glove and then the other and taps them menacingly in her palm.
“Brinly, darling. I think you forget that I do have the right to be here because I pay your way. I allowed you to come out here”—she gestures flippantly around the room—“with the caveat that it was for an education. And the only thing I see here is that you’re being taught to act like a slut.”
“Mother!” Brinly wheezes out and I scoff.
“You can’t talk to your own daughter like that.”
She scowls, baring her teeth in the guise of a smile. Her expression is identical to one used in movies to depict a maniacal person wielding a knife.
“Excuse me? Who are you to tell me what I can and cannot do? How dare you, young man. I will not hesitate to stop by the university president’s office and have charges brought up against you, informing them that you forced my daughter into whatever sexual act you made her do tonight.” She seethes angrily. “And I’m sure your athletic scholarship won’t tolerate sexual harassment and rape from one of its recipients.”
Holy fuck. How does she know about my scholarship? Her threat cuts me right in the heart and I blanch. But it does something entirely different to Brin, who turns into someone I’ve never seen before—a fierce woman who’s had enough.
“Mother, stop it right this minute! Preston has done nothing wrong and you would be making a false accusation and causing a scandal that would only hurtyourreputation,” she offers pointedly. “Preston is nothing but a gentleman.”
She reaches out and places a warm palm on my forearm. I cover her hand with mine.
No matter what her mother tries to do to interfere with our bond, it won’t work. We are strong together.
Brinly takes a fortifying breath and exhales slowly. “Now, if you please. I have an obligation to my sorority and our charity to remain here throughout my scheduled shift tonight. You can leave now and I will meet up with you later when we can calmly resume this conversation in a more appropriate setting.”
Her mother turns her head slowly to stare me down. It’s a calculating and judgmental glare. “Very well.”
Ms. Davis slips on her leather gloves, and ever so coolly, she flips over her palm to smooth out a wrinkle in the material.
“You have two choices, Brinly. You will meet me later and we can discuss the possibilities of you remaining at this brothel of a university.Oryou can stay with him…” She nods her head in my direction. “And you’ll not receive another dime from me ever again. Do I make myself clear?”
It’s like the air has been sucked out of the room. This woman is the epitome of scary. Freddie Krueger andIthave nothing on this piece of work.
Brinly stands speechless, her face turning white as a ghost, yet her body flushes hot under my touch. I wrap my arm around her lower back and give her side a gentle reassuring squeeze to remind her I’ve got her back.
Brinly takes a step forward and ushers her mother outside. She closes the door and I can only hear the sounds of their murmurs, but not what is being said.
I scrub a hand over my jaw, wondering what the hell I just witnessed.
How is Brin such a wonderful girl, full of sweetness and light, when she was raised by such an awful woman?
I count my blessings I have a dad and family who love and support me and would never make threats to cut me out of their lives because of a girl I’ve chosen to be with.
Who the fuck does that?
I pace the room and notice the red sash sprawled out on the floor. I bend down to pick it up and remember the surprise I brought for Brin tonight tucked away in my pocket.
I slip my hand in the pocket just as the door swings open and Brin walks in.
