Looking to Score(11)

Shit shit shit.

“I mean, we had a good time and all last night.” He put a lot of emphasis on good time. I half expected him to start waggling his eyebrows. “But waking up to find that the girl you brought home the night before is going through your phone feels so violating,” Oakley finished while giving me a disapproving look. I could tell he was really enjoying this. Oh. My. God.

“Yes, I understand how it would feel that way. Is there anything you would like to say, Miss Matthews?” Dr. Haynes asked.

I wanted to say that Oakley was totally used to waking up with randos, this was not a new thing for him. But, instead, I tried to compose myself and said, “I’m sorry. It was a lapse in judgement. It won’t happen again. I just wanted to get him home safely from the bar, and when I had access to his phone—”

“She asked me if the rumors about my large dick were true,” Oakley interrupted, definitely laying it on thick.

I blushed and resisted the urge to hide behind my hands. “That is not true,” I argued.

“I mean, you’re hot and all, but are all clients supposed to sleep with their publicists? I just didn’t know this was normal. And the things she asked me to do last night. It was really strange.”

Dr. Haynes’s brows shot up in shock. “No, that is not normally condoned,” he said while picking through papers on his desk.

I stammered, “We did not—”

“This is a safe space, Mr. Davis,” Dr. Haynes cut me off. “If you need Miss Matthews to leave so you can file a complaint, I can arrange it.”

My heart fucking stopped. A complaint? Forget graduating early, this could mean I never graduate at all. After everything I had been through, I could not believe that graduating college and my future in public relations was being seriously jeopardized by one stupid fuckboy.

“I mean,” Oakley drew out, leaning forward. He stroked his chin, thinking it over. I was already planning on calling my father’s lawyer to fight this. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. “It was all consensual. I thought it was weird she kept wanting to read me her poetry while we fucked. And even weirder that she called my dick Mr. Snuggles.”

I choked. I legit choked on invisible air, spit and anger for this asshole. I was so mad I couldn’t even breathe. They both stared at me as I sputtered and coughed. “I did not!!”

“Settle down, Miss Matthews. Mr. Davis has a right to speak!” I had never been so embarrassed in my entire life. Well, I could think of one time. But I buried that shit four months ago.

Oakley gave both of us an Oscar-worthy somber look. Like I actually traumatized him. “I’d still like to work with Miss Matthews in a professional capacity. She’s obviously good at her job. But I’d like to create clear boundaries so both of us are successful.”

Motherfucking liar lying pants of motherfucking volcanic fire.

“Of course. I’ll discuss those boundaries with Miss Matthews so we can work together professionally moving forward, Mr. Davis. Thank you for coming in. Can you please give Miss Matthews and me the room so that we can discuss the standards expected of her?” Dr. Haynes dismissed Oakley. I felt my face turn red and wished the floor would swallow me whole. This is definitely not how I thought this meeting was going to go.

“Of course. Thank you for listening to my concerns.”

Oakley got up and exited the room but made sure to smirk at me just before leaving. I imagined strangling him in his sleep. And the second the door clicked shut, Dr. Haynes let out a low sigh. “Now where is my ethics packet…”





When I left Dr. Haynes’s office, I had a slew of things to do. I had to watch a video about sexual harassment, write a four-page paper about ethics, and I had an overall feeling of shame. It was brutal, and he didn’t even let me get a word in about what really happened last night. The hottest and most well-connected professor on campus thought I was a poetry-reading deviant that liked to nickname dicks while doing bedroom aerobics.

Oh my lanta!

“That was a good meeting, don’t you think?” Oakley asked with a grin. I hadn’t seen him leaning against the wall near Dr. Haynes’s office, but the moment our eyes met, I clenched my fist. I had to repeat a quick calming mantra in my head just so that I wouldn’t throat punch the university’s star football player.

“We did not sleep together!” I growled. “You were too drunk. You literally passed out, and I had to make sure you didn’t choke on your own vomit all night.”

He rolled his eyes like he thought he was fucking invincible. I had to walk away before I smacked the smug look right off his face. The last thing I needed was to add assault to my sexual pervert rap sheet. To my surprise, Oakley started to walk with me.

“What are you doing?” I snapped at him.

“Since we are going to be spending so much time together, I thought you might like to give Mr. Snuggles a chance to get to know you better,” he practically purred. “Or, better yet, give me back my damn Instagram password.” I knew he was just trying to get a reaction out of me. So in as calm of a voice as I could muster, I politely told him to get fucked.

I spun on my heels, prepared to stomp off back to my apartment and come up with a way to get back at Oakley, when he grabbed my wrist and spun me around to face him. My free hand collided with his chest, and I looked up at him with a gasp. “This doesn’t have to be so hard,” he rasped, migrating his hands to my hips.