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

edgewise even though I was fully prepared to give everyone and
anyone an earful.

 
    “Well, I’m glad
you finally came in,” she said barely masking her scathing tone. “I’m Ivy, your
tutor,” she clarified. Something clicked in me and shifted. I wanted to chew
her out, but now that I was looking at her I realized it might be fun to try a
totally different tactic with this sexy looking nerd; even though she seemed as
uptight and rigid as a flagpole.

 
    Still, I wasn’t
going to take this lying down. I opened my mouth to demand some sort of
explanation from her. I was ready to ask who the hell she thought she was, but
I quickly closed my mouth when I saw her cross her arms and practically stare
me down. She was holding her own without me having said a word.

 
    It certainly took
me by surprise. No girl had ever treated me like that.

 
      I cleared my throat and looked away, keeping
my face screwed up into a scowl. If she was going to pretty much silence me I
wouldn’t allow her to see my expression soften, not even a little bit.

 
    “I only have 10
more minutes until my next student arrives,” she said. I turned back to look at
her and arched an eyebrow. I had no clue why she was informing me of her
schedule. “We have time for introductions, but that’s all.”

 
    I was floored. She
didn’t know who I was and, even if she did, she wouldn’t care. Uptight
prissy-pant-girls like herself never cared about guys like me. Probably because
they could never get with guys like me.

 
    I stood in the
same spot for a moment, feeling dumbfounded. Even nerds had to know my name and
my face. Had she been living under a rock or something? Still, she genuinely
seemed to have no idea who I was and what kind of clout I had at Haywood
University. I watched her turn on her heel and cross the room to sit back down
at her desk, hands together atop it as she waited for me to follow.

 
    Deciding my new
plan was the best, but unwilling to admit it was my only shot to do much of
anything about the situation, I crossed the room and sat at her desk in the
seat across from her. Her gaze flitted to the clock on the wall behind me.

 
    “My next student
will be here any minute.” She was pretty much kicking me out.

 
    Perhaps she didn’t
expect me to follow her or take a seat, but I wouldn’t budge. She had made me come
down to the Tutoring Center so now she would have to see me. Ivy looked down at
a file in front of her and after quickly flipping through it spoke up, “Mr.
Bryce,” I winced. No one called me Mr. Bryce except for stuffy professors that
held their noses up high. “You have the nerve to show up here with five-minutes
left and expect me to see you. I don’t babysit you. I don’t coddle you. Get
here on time or get kicked out of college. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have
another student coming in.” She finished with a nod toward the door.

 
      I didn’t even turn to look. As far as I was
concerned, it was of no consequence to me whether or not that next student had
already walked in and was waiting for her. I suppressed a smirk when she
started to get huffy about me continuing to sit silently in the chair across
from her. I kind of liked it, especially when the tops of her cheeks turned a
light shade of pink, as did the tips of her ears. It was obvious I was having some sort of effect on her.

 
    "You told on
me. You ratted me out like I was a bad school kid," I chided.

 
    She smiled. It
wasn’t a kind smile or an understanding one; it was the sort of haughty smile a
superior gave someone who they were fed up with.

 
    “Well,” she
started as she leaned forward on the desk, “You actually are a bad school kid.” She pressed her hands flat on the surface
and pushed herself up to stand. I was floored yet again. She didn’t seem to be
the least bit phased by my arrogance, much less my looks.

 
    I wasn’t used to
this at all. Everything was different now in junior year and