Fourth Down and Dirty: A Bad Boy Sports Romance Read Free Page A

looked over his shoulder at me questioningly.
Just then two more ambled out of the kitchen with their snacks and water
bottles before nodding toward me and settling on the couches.

 
    “The tutoring
center,” I seethed. My mind was still on the person I had to get to, but was
briefly distracted by the round of laughter my answer had provoked.

 
    “ Gettin ’ some one-on-one time?” One of them joked, nudging
his buddy with an elbow.

 
    “Didn’t know
school was so hard for you,” another teased before shoving a handful of
pretzels in his mouth and guzzling some water.

 
    They continued to
make jokes, some at my expense and some innuendos about a private lady tutor,
so I just rolled my eyes and walked out the front door. The sun felt warm on my
skin. I grew a bit more bitter about having to go deal with this situation
rather than continuing to lounge around in my bedroom. I walked around back to
the driveway and opened the single-car garage where I kept my flashy sports
car.

 
    The other guys had
to fight over the other two spots on the opposite side of the garage. It was
known from the start that the single-car garage was reserved for me at all
times. Even if I was to be gone a couple days or longer, no other teammate
parked their car in it. Not that the tutoring center was all that far from
where I lived, but I didn’t feel like walking and the sports car gave me more
confidence anyway. The thrill of pressing down on the gas pedal, hearing it
rev, and all the extra attention it got me always gave me a high like nothing
else. I had less than a ten-minute drive to think about how I was going to set
the tutor straight.

 
    I slowed to a stop
at an intersection and realized I didn’t even know the tutor’s name. How was I
going to march in there demanding to see him or her without a name? I grimaced,
running one of my hands over my sandy blonde hair, before glancing around.
Then, I pulled my cell phone out of my pocket and opened up my email, keeping
it down low to the seat of my car. Sure enough, there was a confirmation of my
appointment with my tutor’s name: Ivy Crane.

 
    “This is going to
be easy ,” I muttered with a smug
smile, thinking a young woman would fall completely powerless before my
irresistible charm and ridiculously good looks. Besides, I was the star running back for the university’s
football team.

 
    The way I saw it,
I was practically catnip.

 
    The light turned
green just as I slid my phone back into my pocket. I slammed my foot down on
the gas and zoomed up the hill, making a sharp right until the tutoring center
came into view. Noting there was no parking, which was pretty standard, I
turned the car around to double park next to the car in the spot right in front
of the glass doors of the Tutoring Center.

 
    I was quite
confident that campus police knew my car and would know better than to issue me
a ticket. Even if my newest professors had different ways of dealing with
things, I doubted the campus police would suddenly stop giving me special
attention. I had no business being ticketed for double parking. I tugged at the
hem of my Haywood University Lions T-shirt before marching up the stairs and
storming inside.

 
    I looked around, eyes
landing on a bubbly blonde first. She was staring at her cell phone’s screen
before looking up and letting her jaw drop. Nice ,
I thought but didn’t allow my poker face to fall. The young woman stood up, but
soon another appeared from behind her. This other girl had a stern and
unpleasant look on her face. She looked at the blonde and then over at me
disapprovingly. She walked over, chestnut brown hair pulled back in a slick
ponytail and plain blouse covering everything up to her neck.

 
    She looked like an
uptight bitch.

 
    I let out a
frustrated sigh.

 
    “Landon Bryce?”
she asked curtly.

 
    I nodded and
opened my mouth to request a brief meeting with my tutor, but she didn’t let me
get a word in