Page 5 of Go Deep (A Bad Boy Sports Romance)

Did I mention I was the only one he hadn’t slept with? That was me, the only girl on campus that he’d set his sight on who was strong enough to resist those exquisitely toned muscles and mesmerizing eyes. It also didn’t help that I was best friends with his younger brother, Shawn. We all grew up together, so I still saw Slade as that obnoxious little shit who pulled my pigtails mercilessly, before his hormones kicked in, turning him physically into a living sculpture of the ideal man that stood before me—but still an obnoxious shit.

He looked at his wrist as if he wore a watch. “Earth to Cassidy. Come on, babe. We’re going to be late. I don’t want to make you late.”

“Yeah, sure,” I agreed reluctantly.

He was in and out of the coffee shop in a minute, presumably because the barista was crushing on him and probably started his order while he was out at the door talking to me. We started walking, side by side. I could feel his presence tugging on me, enticing my body with the promise of the pleasure he’d given to other girls on campus. It had been too long since the last time I’d gotten any. That was the only reason I could think of for feeling even the slightest bit of attraction to this epic douchebag.

“Missed you at the party the other night,” he said nonchalantly.

“I didn’t think you’d be looking for me, seeing as I never come to those things. How did it go?”

I didn’t look at him while he prattled on about the pranks some of his frat brothers got up to. I dreaded to see the look in his eyes in case the conversation moved to something less desirable, like who he banged in his room, or downstairs, or in his car if he wasn’t too wasted to drive them home.

“I’m always looking for you, Cassidy,” he said when we made it to the lecture hall. “Always.”

“That’s a shame.”

“After you.” He held the door for me to go in first. Where was all this chivalry coming from?

“Thanks,” I said coolly, making a point to idle at the front of the class until he took a seat, then I sat as far away from him as possible. I couldn’t imagine having to listen to his deep, abrasive voice for a full two-hour lecture.