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Tucker

Samantha is in my class. No, wait... she’s my teaching assistant. I smile like an idiot when Professor Frazier tells the class to contact Sam. My mind is reeling, full of questions I want her to answer. Now that she’s my TA, she can’t avoid me.

Sitting at the desk next to the podium, dressed in a tight skirt and blouse that hugs her big, perky tits, she moves her hand through her long brown hair. She looks good, really fucking good. I want to bend her over that desk and fuck the sexy grin off her face.

With one look in my direction, she makes my dick hard as if she willed it to happen.

Jamie elbows me to gain my attention, and I turn to look at him. “Do you know the TA?”

Uncrossing my arms from my chest, I set my legs on the floor and sit straight. “Yeah, she’s the girl who wouldn’t tutor me last semester.”

He laughs. “You fucked your teacher.”

“Teaching assistant,” I correct.

“Same difference. She’s the one who’s grading our tests and assignments. You better hope she doesn’t take out her anger on you.”

My nose scrunches in disgust. “I doubt she’ll do that.”

Would she?

“I hope not,” Jamie says, typing a message on his cell phone.

And then, cell phones ring simultaneously. We all know what that means.

The Queen.

Removing my phone from my pocket, I suck in a deep breath, hoping I’m not the target of The Queen again. Last month, Drake took the focus off me. But who knows what January brings?

I lean forward, place my forearms on my thighs, and read the latest post.

Dethroned: January Edition

New Year’s resolutions… everyone makes them, and few people stick to them.

Take Jamie O’Connor’s promise to be faithful, for example.

He’s been playing house with his Kappa Delta sorostitute for the last two months, but the newspapers don’t lie, Jamie.

Fess up and tell her what you did, you dirty boy. A picture is worth a thousand words…

XO,

The Queen

My eyes and mouth widen with surprise. No one ever messes with Jamie.

He always stays out of the spotlight and does nothing worth reporting.

And now The Queen has just called his ass out.

Shannon was over at our house after the break, flipping out over some pictures of Jamie and his ex-girlfriend in the newspaper from a gaming event.

He swears nothing happened, and I believe him.

But he’s been kissing Shannon’s ass ever since, pleading with her to chill out.

“Damn.” I study the post once more and then hand Jamie my phone. “You need to see this.”

A pained expression crosses his face. He reads the post several times before handing the phone back to me. “I have to narrow her location down. The signal is somewhere in the city, but that doesn’t help. She could be anyone working from anywhere.”

“You’ll find her,” I say, hoping we all get some justice for what she’s done to us. “Or maybe we need to give her a new target.”

He shakes his head. “We need to shut her down, not feed her ego. She wants power over us. We have to take it away from her.”

“How do you suggest we do that?”

“I will find out who she is, and once I do, we’re taking her down.”

I smirk, and Jamie’s expression mirrors mine. “I like the way you think.”

He winks and then goes back to texting Shannon. I go back to staring at Sam, and her long legs stretched out beneath the desk.

After the class ends and everyone leaves, I stay behind to confront Sam. She knows I’m here, yet she sits behind the desk as if it can shield her from me. She glances at the book in front of her, scribbling notes. Professor Frazier has already left through the side entrance reserved for staff.

I stroll down the aisle and place my palms flat on the desk, leaning over so our faces are only a few inches apart. “Don’t take the past out on me.”

She glances up at me, annoyed, with those icy-blue eyes that send chills down my spine. “I would never.” Her brown hair covers the side of her face as she tilts her head down and continues to write in her book. “I’m a professional. This is my job. You’re now my student.”

As I reach across her desk to touch her hand, she freezes, and her entire body tenses up. Sucking in a deep breath, she holds it far too long before letting it out. “Tucker,” she warns. “Think long and hard before you touch me again.”

“Why are you so angry with me?”

She scoffs, blowing a strand of her hair in her face. “Why are you such an ass?”

We stare at each other for a few seconds, the tension between us thick, until Sam breaks the silence. “If you’re trying to charm your way to an A, no amount of money or smirks can win me over. I suggest you study, for once, and earn your grades through hard work and effort.”

“Look, Sam, you have something against me.”

“You’re a user, Tucker. Just like you used me freshman year.”

“I thought we had a good time that night.”

She rolls her eyes. “Yeah, until you tossed me aside and moved on to the next girl.”

So, that’s why she’s mad…

I want to defend myself, but what do I say? We hooked up. She said she was okay with just sex when she wanted more. They always want more. I never promise women anything other than an orgasm. She knew the deal. We had an agreement. And now, I’m paying the price for my honesty.

The following Monday, Jamie tells me to leave for class without him. He’s over at the Kappa Delta house apologizing to Shannon again. It seems like all he does is kiss her ass. His relationship with her reminds me of why I want nothing serious.

On my way through Franklin Hall, I round the corner near my classroom and almost run into a group of Kappa Delta girls. The sorority girls’ faces light up, and a few smiles in my direction. I’ve seen them at the Delta Sig parties and even hooked up with a few over the years.

I nod in acknowledgment.

One girl locks eyes with me before cutting across the corridor and latches onto my biceps.

I attempt to shake her loose, but she holds on tighter, so I drag her along with me to class.

We have about one minute before the door closes.

Professor Frazier won’t admit anyone after nine o’clock, no exceptions.

“Hey, Tuck.” She looks up at me with puppy-dog eyes and pouty lips. “So, Romeo said you like date parties.”

I will kill that motherfucker.

I cough to cover my laughter. “I don’t know about all that.”

I attempt to peel her fingers from my arm, but she holds on tighter.

Damn, can you say clinger?

“I was hoping you would come with me to the Valentine’s Day party next month.”

Is she asking me on a date? Romeo’s dead when I see him.

“Sorry, but that’s not my scene. It’s not you…”

“It’s me,” she finishes, even though I wouldn’t say that. “Okay, I get it.” Her smile quickly turns into a frown. “I thought we had a good time. Figured we could have some more fun.” She says the last part with a sparkle in her eye.

Girls always look at me this way, and every time they do, I want to run. It’s nothing personal. She’s gorgeous and built like a beauty queen. I’m unprepared for responsibility, so I avoid relationships like the plague.

Her eyes travel to the floor for a few seconds before she meets my gaze. “Maybe another time.”

Like never? No fucking way am I going to a date party at a sorority house.

I shrug. “Yeah, maybe.”

We both know it’s a lie.

She bites her bottom lip, nervous. “Right. Well, I guess I’ll see you around.”

I nod. “Sounds good. I got to go.”

Turning away from her, I glance at the classroom door, one minute away from being late. Sam stands in the entryway, clutching the door handle, glaring at me with pure hatred in her eyes. She drives me fucking wild when she looks at me this way.

It turns me on.

I like that she challenges me.

Giving me a stern look, Sam focuses her attention on the sorority girl, frowning in disapproval when her eyes find mine again. “You’re late, Tucker.”

In a tight red top that hugs her tits perfectly, Sam’s showing enough cleavage to make my dick grow hard.

I have to think of something else, anything else.

She looks good today, even better than last week.

It’s like she’s turned up her hotness factor to drive me insane.

One week, she’s the girl next door, and each time I see her, she looks better and better.

This girl does things to me I can’t explain. She’s hot without even trying. And I’m hoping she doesn’t notice how turned on I am.

“You know the rules. Professor Frazier doesn’t tolerate tardiness.” The word slips from her lips in a cruel and mocking tone.

Fuck me, I’m dead. I want to bend her over and spank her for talking to me this way. Is she doing this on purpose? Is the universe punishing me for whatever she thinks I did to her in the past?

Then, she does something I didn’t see coming and slams the door in my face. I tug the handle, giving it a few more pulls before I give up. She locks me out on the day we’re taking a quiz.

And I studied for once.

I wait on a bench outside the classroom until the double doors open. Students are chatting and laughing as they emerge from the room. I’m so irritated I don’t even wave to the people I know, more concerned about getting my grades in order than talking to anyone.

Once the last person shuffles up the long aisle and out the door, I stroll into the classroom and down the center aisle, where I find Sam behind her desk. Like last time, she has her head down and focused on whatever she’s writing in a notebook.

“Can I help you?” Sam’s voice is soft, but the anger is still present.

I bend down to meet her height. “I need to make up the quiz I missed.”

She glances up from her book, her lips slightly parted, her hair somewhat messy and falling in front of her eyes. “You have to take it during my office hours. Make an appointment.” Sam shoves her hair behind her ears and shuts her book, clutching the leather in her hand.

“And how do I do that?”

“You can find my availability on Strick Net.”

I lean forward, and she slides her chair back. “I’m ready now.”

Her eyes shift to the back of the room, lingering there for a few seconds before she turns and looks at me again. “I don’t have time for you.”

She makes me so angry and so turned on all at the same time. It’s a weird feeling, one I’m liking. “Make time,” I whisper. “I can be very convincing.”

Shocked, she gasps.

“You want a repeat.” I stare her down, honing in on her every movement she makes. “Is that it?”

Sam swivels her chair, and before she can get up, I slap a palm down on her knee to keep her in place. From my sudden gesture, the pen she’s holding falls to the floor and lands between her legs—right where I want to be.

Bending down on one knee, I clasp the pen and hand it to her with a mischievous grin. She takes it from me as my eyes travel up her bare legs. I slide my hand along her soft skin, taking my time as I feel my way up the inseam of her thigh.

She sucks in a deep breath, and a quiet moan escapes her lips when she lets it out. “Stop it, Tucker,” she whispers, but her body and how it responds to me say otherwise.

I stand, and she shoves her skirt down her thighs. “Like I said earlier.” She clears her throat. “Make an appointment with me. My calendar is online.”

I wink. “See you then.”