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“Okay, let’s break it down. Think of it this way. You just signed your big, fat hockey contract. You get a bonus check. You go out and buy a car. Fancy car. You should really understand how deprecation works then. Also, for your taxes, if you itemize everything, then you-”

“Willow. No offense. But I’m going to hire an accountant and a lawyer to do all that for me.”

“And what if they steal from you?”

“Then I’ll snap their necks.”

“Then you’ll go to jail.”

“Then I don’t have to worry about depreciation.”

Willow throws a pen at me. “You suck, Jax! You suck so bad!”

She jumps up and I grab her hand and pull.

Willow tumbles back and ends up sitting on my lap for a second.

She jumps away and back to her chair.

We stare at each other.

Ew. That did not feel right at all.

“I’ll do the goddamn work,” I grumble.

I take the pen and write out these nonsense formulas and financial things I’ll never use. No matter what Willow says.

She looks over my work, then reaches and pats me on the back.

“Good job, Jax,” she says.

“You know, it’s really unfair that this isn’t more sexual between us. If I’m going to have a tutor, there should be sex on the line.”

“For getting one thing done right?”

“Well, sex would be for exams,” I say. “Quizzes… blow jobs. Long papers… hand jobs. Any problem that I get right… minimum of a kiss and to see some boobs.”

“So you want to see my boobs right now, Jax?”

I laugh.

“That’s what I thought,” Willow says. “Plus, you’re too busy to even think about me right now.”

“Oh yeah?”

“You either don’t know or don’t care. Or maybe both…”

“Is this about your idiot brother?”

“Hey,” Willow snaps. “Not cool.”

“What?”

“You’re walking a fine line, Jax. Seriously.”

“Oh, okay. What did I do that’s so wrong?”

“You know what you did.”

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