“I’d like to eat something else, Avery. I’m a starved man. So, do us both a favor and get an A.”
I stamp my foot like a child and leave his office. There’s only one way to get an A, and that’s cheat. The test is in a week. There is no way I am going to study my way to an A. A B maybe, but not an A.
In class the next day, I carefully assess all my classmates. I pay attention to who takes notes and who answers the most questions correctly. And then I identify him: the boy who will get me an A and help me lose my virginity.
After class, I push up my boobs and hunt him down.
“Hey!” I call out to him, reaching for his arm. “I’m Avery.”
The boy looks stunned. “Oh. Hi.”
“What’s your name?”
“Alec.”
“Cool. Nice to meet you, Alec.”
I give him a bright smile before grabbing onto his arm, wrapping my arms around it and pulling myself closer to him. I watch as his cheeks darken in embarrassment. I wonder if he has ever had a girl this close to him before. I wouldn’t say Alec is a bad-looking guy, but he won’t be winning any popularity contests.
“You really seem to understand this class, and I’m totally clueless. Do you think you can help me? I really need to get an A on the next test, or my dad is going to go ape shit.”
“Well, I can try to help you study.”
I shake my head and run my hand down his chest. “Oh no, Alan. I don’t want you to help me study. I want you to take the test for me.”
His smile falters. “That’s impossible. All the tests are done in secure testing centers.”
Shit. Why hadn’t I thought of that?
“Doesn’t matter. I’ll think of something. Can you help me?”
“Well, there is one other problem.”
I groan with frustration. “Now what?”
“I don’t have to take the tests. I’m just auditing the class.”
A plan hatches in my mind. “That’s actually perfect!”
From the corner of my eye, I spot Samuel leaving the lecture hall. He stops and stares at me and Alec, his eyes narrowing.
Two can play this game.
I lean forward and brush a kiss against Alec’s cheek. “I’ll be in touch. Thank you so much for helping me!”
Before my new friend can protest, I scurry away, but I know Samuel is following me. I feel the heat of his gaze on my back. I slow down just enough to let him catch up to me.
“New friend?” he asks.
“Something like that,” I tease.
“You’re gonna break that poor boy’s heart. He’s probably never seen a set of tits like yours in real life.”
“Or ever,” I snort.
Samuel’s hand closes around my arm and he spins me so we’re nose-to-nose.
“What are you up to?” His voice is low and dangerous.
I feel his hands brush against my core, teasing me with the thing I crave the most: his touch.
“Just finding a study buddy,” I whimper. ssa
“Avery,” he snarls. “Bad girls don’t get fucked. They get punished.”