Total pages in book: 96
Estimated words: 95019 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 475(@200wpm)___ 380(@250wpm)___ 317(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 95019 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 475(@200wpm)___ 380(@250wpm)___ 317(@300wpm)
But I go along with it to see where this leads. “Okay, what is it? Give it to me. But if you think anything you say is gonna get me to ask Lance to take you off probation, you’ve got another thing coming.”
He chuckles. “It’s not that. You know those tango classes you’re taking?”
Why the fuck is he bringing those up?
“That I just started taking?” I ask.
“I was thinking you could show me some moves.”
I study his expression, trying to work out how serious he is, checking to see if he’s moments away from busting out laughing or mocking me for them. There must be a reason he’s saying this…other than wanting me to show him some moves.
“You want me to show you how to tango?”
“It’s spring—formals season. Keegan knows how to ballroom dance, and it’d be nice to show him up for a change. Why are you looking at me like that?”
“I’m still trying to figure out what the angle is.”
He pushes to his feet and approaches. Kind of strange seeing him in my room without his cock out or without it bulging in his pants.
“Look, I know I was a dick about you getting me put on probation, but I was thinking it over, and maybe I could be a better roommate.”
“Whatever you’re doing isn’t gonna work, Ryan. I know Ty must’ve said something to you, but you can’t pull a one-eighty and think we’re gonna be buddies and I’m gonna show you how to tango so that I’ll go easy on you. I know all this charm and sexiness works on the girls you’re used to.”
“You think I’m sexy?” he asks, quirking a brow.
I sigh, fucking exasperated. “I think that’s how people perceive you. I also have eyes, so I know that you objectively meet the criteria for what people consider to be a hot guy.”
“Can I ask what those objective criteria are?”
“Six foot two…”
“Three.”
“Blue eyes, blond hair—”
“Like, dirty blond.”
“Body that looks like…” I’m struggling with this one.
“A god, maybe?”
I cringe. “I was thinking a swollen Ken doll.”
“I’ll take that,” he says, standing a little taller.
“None of this is meant as a compliment. And we’re done talking about this. I don’t know why you’re asking to learn tango, but we’re not magically gonna be friends now that you got in trouble and are finally thinking about getting kicked out of the frat. Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m gonna take a shower while you’re in this friendly spirit and not terrorizing me by staying in the bathroom for five hours.”
I start for the bathroom when he says, “I could make it worth your while.”
I stop in the doorway, turning back to him.
He folds his arms, sporting a particularly cocky expression that really sets off this fire in my chest. Because I know he wants me to push to know what he’s offering, but another part of me doesn’t want to engage.
“I don’t want to hear it,” I say, though I’m curious as hell.
I head into the bathroom and close the door.
“Okay, if you’re not into Angie anymore, then ignore me.”
Angie?
Fuck, this asshole really knows how to get to me.
I should ignore him.
I shouldn’t press because that’s exactly what he wants, but I can’t help myself. I crack the door open. “What about Angie?”
9
Ryan
People like Marty think I’m some dumb jock, but clearly not that dumb.
Took a couple of days, but since my bet with the guys, I came up with a plan that could earn Marty’s trust and maybe get him off my ass long enough to survive this probation and prove to my fratbros I didn’t get to be linebacker for Peach State without having some discipline and self-restraint.
I can only see a sliver of Marty as he stands in the bathroom, hidden behind the door, obviously enticed by the plan I’ve concocted. That he’s even opened the door again assures me I struck a nerve.
I know your weakness, Marty McGovern.
“You want me to tell you through that crack, or you want to come back out here and talk?”
“I can hear you from here,” he insists, so I approach him.
“I’ve noticed you don’t exactly have smooth moves with Angie, right? But you’ve seen the way I am, not only with her, but other girls. I could maybe help you out in that department. Be your coach, basically.”
His eyes narrow as he studies me, as though still trying to work out if this is all a con. I mean, guess it is, but not in the way he’s thinking.
He cracks the door open a little more.
“You’d help me flirt with Angie?”
“Hell, if you’d asked me before all this, I would’ve.”
That’s the truth. If we hadn’t been down each other’s throats, then I wouldn’t have had an issue giving him some pointers.
“And all you want in exchange is for me to show you some tango moves?”