Page 8 of Go Deep (A Bad Boy Sports Romance)

I grinned. “Just give me a shot,” I told her. “You could benefit from working with me.”

“Oh really? How is that?”

“Come on. You can’t deny my intelligence,” I teased. “I’m probably the only student in that class who can keep up with you.”

“What’s your GPA?”

I shook my head. I was not about to tell her my GPA. Only a select few people knew it was close to a 4.0 average. I didn’t want it getting around that I was a closet perfectionist. “What difference does that make? Read my lips. You. Can’t. Switch. Partners.”

Finally getting the message, she looked over at me. “Christ! Okay, I’ll give you a chance, but the slightest slip from you, and it’s over. I’ll go to Dr. Taylor or the Dean and have us split up. If I have to, I’ll drop the course and find a way to do it over the summer.”

She was bluffing, because this course was only offered in the Fall semester.

My smirk grew to a full-on smile. “Don’t worry. It won’t come to that.”

“How do you know?”

I leaned down to whisper in her ear. “By the end of this semester, you’ll ace this course because of me, and then I’m going to own you, Cassidy Greyson.” I stood straight up again and relished the shocked look on her face. “Just you wait and see.”

“I ought to go to him right now, you creep!” she shrieked, storming off in a huff.

“But you won’t,” I called after her as she walked past Dr. Taylor’s hall. “I hate to see you go, but I love watching you walk away,” I said to myself as I watched her perfect, tight, round ass in those jeans.