Looking to Score(12)
Fucking hell, he was hot. But I knew guys like him. Hell, I’d fawned over plenty of men that played this role well. Attractive. Well-connected. Panty-meltingly sexy. It was predictable and painful to watch. I didn’t give a rat’s ass if he wanted to throw his reputation and future away. I had plans to work with talent that had integrity. I was the garbage woman in his dumpster fire of a career, and there was no way in hell that I’d let him burn me alive with him.
“I know we got off to a bad start,” I began, taking a step back. I needed distance from him if I was going to establish myself clearly. The scent of his cologne was too tempting to form coherent statements otherwise. “I know you don’t care about your career. Or your image. Or your grades. Or who you stick your dick into. Or—”
“Does this have a point?” he asked with a frown.
“Yes,” I said, smoothing my shirt. “It does.” He tilted his chin up and stared at me with defiance, but the playfulness from earlier had disappeared from his gaze. “I really need this internship. I really need to graduate early and get out of here. I’m going to keep you organized, keep you out of trouble, and make your life easier. I am sorry for my intrusiveness this morning, but I will do whatever is necessary to pass, regardless of what you want.”
He licked his lips, and I glared at the movement. Why the hell did this dude have to be so distractingly sexy?
“I look forward to the challenge,” he replied before storming off.
You and me both, asshole.
6
It had been exactly ten days after my shitshow of a meeting with Dr. Haynes. Ten days, seventeen manifestation meditation videos, one ethics paper, and three M&M’s later, I was finally starting to make some progress. I was sitting at the kitchen island, denying tag requests on Oakley’s Facebook from Ashleigh Delta Delta Drunk and debating on a fourth M&M when Shelby walked in.
“Damn, you’re working again? It’s Friday night. Have you slept or done anything at all since getting this internship?” she asked with a sly smile.
“Not really. I have to wake his ass up for practice every morning. And if I’m not chasing after him to make sure he doesn’t do live videos showing off his cock, then I’m following up with Coach Howard on his progress and assuring Dr. Haynes that I’m not reverse cowgirling my client.”
“That sounds like a lot of work.”
I let out a sigh. “Yeah, it is.”
“You know he takes you for granite, right?” she asked, walking to the pantry. “I mean, I heard rumors that he was about to be permanently benched this season. His senior year! Could you imagine?”
“Granted,” I replied. “He takes me for granted, and yes, I know. There’s coffee next to the peanut butter.” I kept talking as she fished around in the pantry. I didn’t understand how she had coffee so late at night. It was almost ten o’clock. Didn’t she want to sleep? “I don’t think he really believes that his position on the team is in jeopardy. So to him, I’m just the annoying girl who won’t let him have any fun.”
“Granite, that’s what I said,” Shelby replied. “I have to get ready for a shoot,” she added and then walked out of the room, calling out over her shoulder as she left, “He may be a giant douche, but he sure does have a big cock!” I rolled my eyes and smiled. Seventeen manifestation videos was the magic number to be able to find it funny that the reason the whole university knew the size of Oakley’s cock was thanks to the pictures she took in my apartment.
Despite my complaints, Oakley had actually been somewhat behaving over the past week and a half. I wasn’t exactly sure what changed, but maybe he realized that doing what he was supposed to was better than having my crazy ass around. And, bonus, he hadn’t been bothering me either. For the most part, we mutually tolerated each other. I sent him super fucking professional texts to make sure he stayed on track, and he showed up to workouts and practices just to avoid having to see me. I even got a half-assed “okay, I’m impressed” from Coach Howard.
I think Dr. Hottie’s opinion of me was improving too. We’d had two more meetings where I managed to not make a complete ass of myself. We had come to an unspoken agreement that, unless there were more complaints, we just weren’t going to talk about what happened during our first meeting with Oakley. I was starting to feel like maybe I wouldn’t fail out of this internship and fuck up my life...again. I checked my step tracker to see where I was for the day so far. Four M&M’s was about seventeen calories. I laced up my shoes and headed out the door to run the stairs in our building.
I was just about to start my workout when my phone rang. I sighed before checking the caller ID. Asshole Davis was calling. Lucky me.
“Hello. How may I help you?” I answered, using the customer service voice I’d perfected while working at a call center last year.
“Amanda?” he asked. Oakley sounded out of breath and nervous. “I need your help.”
I listened to the background and frowned when I heard loud music and chatter thudding in dull echoes through the phone speaker. The music sounded like that weird German electronic dance shit. “What’s wrong?” I asked as I walked down the stairs and outside. My heart was racing. What had he done now?