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The restof the day dragged by. I was stupidly excited for my Monday afternoon class with Riley. We’d only been apart a few hours, but I was jonesing like an addict to touch her. With practice after, I needed to get the twitchy impulse out of my system before then.
My heart sped up when Riley walked through the classroom door. Her lips pressed together as she confronted Professor Declann at the front, slapping a paper down on the professor’s desk.
From somewhere deep in the back of my mind, I remembered she’d had a meeting about this class on Sunday. Things had changed so quickly I’d forgotten, but she’d been pissed off at movie night before George had called her.
A second later, she looked up at me with a half-smile. My damn face went rogue again, and I grinned. I knew I was supposed to treat Riley like any other teammate, but I was just so happy to see her. With her chin high, she marched past Professor Declann’s desk, gaze locked on me until she sat down.
She pulled out her notebook and sent me an innocent look that was anything but innocent. “Are you up for studying later?”
I adjusted the perpetual hard-on I’d had on and off since I’d left her this morning. “Yes, but we’re going to actually study. What did the prof say in your meeting?”
Riley slumped back in her chair, rolling a pen through her fingers. “I’m not applying myself, I’m behind on the coursework, and I’m a distraction to the other students. She also warned me my grade is currently a low C.”
I was cruising along with an A, and I’d done the same amount of work as Riley. “How are you behind on coursework?”
“I hadn’t turned in the last assignment yet.”
My gaze shot to the professor, neatly stacking the pile of papers on her desk. “She said we had until today to turn it in.”
“Apparently, that was a suggestion, and she really wanted it last week.” Riley’s dry tone didn’t hide her frustration.
“That’s some bullshit,” I muttered. “We need to get your grade up. Did the prof offer extra credit?”
She sighed. “Yes, but the way she offered it was so damn smug. I hate meeting her low expectations.”
“Fuck her expectations. Your goal is to hit that B average so you can keep playing. It has nothing to do with her.”
Riley’s lips twisted into a sardonic smile. “I’ll try to keep that in mind while I’m writing a paper on blow jobs in my abundance of free time.”
I tried not to stare at her mouth as an image of her on her knees in front of me flashed into my mind. The heat in her eyes told me she knew exactly what she’d done to me. I’d make her pay for that later.
“She assigned you a paper on blow jobs?”
“Yep.” She scowled at the professor. “And implied that it should be easy because of all my experience.”
Fury burned away my little fantasy. “What the fuck?”
Riley glanced at my face and laid a hand on my arm. “Don’t. I don’t need you to defend my honor. I’ve had worse insults from middle school kids. I’ll write the stupid paper, and she can kiss my ass when I earn a good grade.”
The fierce determination in her gaze went a long way toward calming me down. I’d never had a professor act so unprofessionally. Then again, I was the quarterback of an elite college team. Soren had told me last year he suspected the professors were ordered to go easy on the players.
Riley was a player too, but no one seemed to take her seriously.
Not even me at first. The memory of my reaction when I’d found out she was the new receiver churned in my gut. But blow jobs? I crossed my arms and glared at the woman standing in the front. Sure, we were in a class called human sexuality, but I’d bet Professor Declann wanted all of us to take the subject seriously.
Screw her and her double standards. Screw the university too, while I was at it. I might not be able to shield Riley from the double standard, but I could help her with this class. And then I could fuck her into next week.
I nudged Riley’s leg. “Come over after practice and we’ll write a kickass paper.”
She rolled her eyes. “I’llwrite a kickass paper. You can watch film while I do research.”
“Are you sure I can’t help with the research?” I managed to get the whole question out with a straight face.
She smacked me lightly on the shoulder. “Stop it, or I’ll go straight back to my apartment today.”
I leaned closer, careful to keep my eyes on the front. “No, you won’t.”
“No, I won’t,” she admitted quietly.
