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"Probably frowned upon," I murmured, sinking a little deeper next to her. My thigh brushed hers, but she didn’t move away.
"The ‘Rippton Way’," Chloe said sarcastically.
"Privilege. Don't you love it?"
She made a face at me, a cute one. "Not as much as being led to the wrong class." Her nose crinkled–cutely–and she poked her pretty pink tongue out at me. I wondered if it matched her pussy lips.
I roared with laughter. "How long did it take you to figure it out?"
"Maybe fifteen minutes." Colour flared in her cheeks, and she stared straight down at whatever she was writing.
I reached out and tipped her chin up, so she had to look up at me instead. "Look, princess–"
Her gaze snapped up to my face. “I'm not a princess."
My grin widened. "Yeah, and you were never Daddy’s favourite."
Chloe paused to pull away from my touch. "My father died when I was six."
"Shit. Sorry."
"It's okay." Her head went back down, and her ponytail followed.
"Do you do that every day?" I leaned over her shoulder, peering at the way she scrawled her words across the page but not really reading them. She cleared her throat and I peered closer. "Hey,” I protested. “I'm not that much of an asshole."
"If you get more than a paragraph, trust me, tutor-boy, you are."
"Girl, you want to pass your classes or not?"
"Do I? I don't know." She jerked her head, flicking her ponytail in my face. “Get off me, Nick,” she grumbled.
Just to prove I was a dick I slung an arm across her shoulders, tugging her into a one-armed hug. Chloe froze stiff, her face reddening. She sat perfectly still, like an ice statue, like she didn't know what to do.
"Not happening. But we don’t have to study, if that’s not in you.” I sent her an easy grin I didn’t feel, and by the side eye she gave me, I failed fairly spectacularly at that too.
“Fine. You’re intolerable,” she muttered, shrugging my arm off, but I wasn’t budging. She huffed, rolling her eyes. “I'll check with Elisse–my sister–about the days on my schedule.”
“That schedule.” I’d just found out about it and already I wanted to burn the fucking thing to ash and smear it on the sister’s face. “Anyway, mine is better.”
“Next you’ll be comparing dick sizes with her.”
“Potty mouth, haven’t you.” I cracked my neck, focusing away from her. The control her family or team had over her shit me right up that wall across from us.
“Have you really given up on me that easily?" She frowned–or rather, I could feel her frowning at me. Her notebook snapped shut over her pretty scrawl.
Rather like her.
Way too easy to read, Duke.
“So, you gonna come to this party with me?” I tapped the cover of her notebook, guessing she’d stowed my schedule in the front, or maybe the back. Or maybe she screwed it up and left it in the classroom I sent her to.”
More frowning.
"I don't date."
She stiffened again, just when I got her to relax and tried to pull away, but I closed my fingers gently around her shoulder and squeezed. "Answer the question first, Chloe."
"We’re doing coaching, right?" She changed the subject, her attention shifting. I wasn’t the only one fixated on the opposite wall, though I suspected for different reasons. "I mean tutoring. We’re here for tutoring. In the morning, with beers and things."
