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Another sexy smirk. “Yeah, Bliss doesn’t really seem to fit you. You’re sharp just like an arrow.”
I jerk my head back slightly. “Why? Because you called me a groupie and I’m no longer impressed by you?”
His smirk turns into a full-on smile showing off his perfect teeth. “You were impressed by me?”
“Was, past tense.” I roll my eyes. “And I was slightly impressed until you opened your mouth.”
Cuba’s smile falls, and he rubs his neck. “Yeah, sorry about that. Just been a rough year, and I haven’t been around much, so I wasn’t sure what I was coming back to. I just want to be low key right now, so if you could keep our sessions on the low I would really appreciate it.”
Squinting my eyes at him, I tap my fingers on the table. “Can I Google you? I feel better asking than going behind your back.”
“I’d rather you didn’t.” His eyes lock on mine.
“Why?”
“Because I’d rather you not judge me by what is written about me. They think they know me, they don’t. After this summer, you won’t even know me, either.”
I ignore the hit to my soul; he made it very clear that he didn’t want me to know anything about him. Fine, as if I would want to get to know him anyway. He’s an asshole. Flicking my eyes away from him, I take a long sip of my deluded coffee.
“So, what do you know about Alexander the Great?” I don’t look back up at him as I shuffle through my notes.
“He’s gay right?”
I snort. “Most Greek men were, tell me something else.”
Silence.
I look up at him. “Seriously? Did you not take world history?”
Cuba shrugs. “I think I was out sick that day.”
Huffing, I set down my notes. “Alexander the third of Macedon, greatest commander of his time.” I try to jog his memory, but he shakes his head. “But you remember he was gay, shocker.”
He shrugs again. “Well, that’s why we are here, right?”
“What are you even majoring in that you are taking this class?” I’m taking it because I’m a history major, and I have a special interest in ancient civilization.
“Does it matter?” His jaw ticks and he leans back. “I need the class, so here we are.”
We stare at each other. How is this going to work when I can’t even ask him a few simple questions? We have one month until the next semester starts, eight sessions. I’m going to have to cut this short today, I need to go home and regroup, come up with a game plan on how to approach our sessions. I can admit that Cuba is sexy, but he is an asshole. I see why they wanted someone who didn’t know him. Also, he made it clear that I would never know him.
Checking the time, I see that we have been here for barely forty-five minutes. “So how about we meet on Thursday, same time?”
“That it?” He scoots his chair back. “We barely did anything.”
Standing, I place a hand on my hip. “This was just one session, I was seeing where you were,” I lie. “How about you read pages ten to forty-seven and we can discuss on Thursday?”
He stands and shrugs on his book bag. “I guess, same time?”
I nod as I gather my things. “Sure. I’ll see you then.”
Cuba turns to leave, but stops and looks back at me. “Should we exchange numbers or something, what if I can’t make it Thursday?”
Usually I have no problem giving my number for tutoring reasons, but something is telling me that giving him my number would be disastrous. Biting my lip, I quickly pounder it. I mean, I could always give him my email, but I rarely check it. I inwardly groan. “Yeah.” I give him my number and he quickly programs it in his phone.
“Cool, so I’ll see you Thursday then.” He adjusts his backpack awkwardly. “I’m sorry about what I said earlier, I haven’t been back on campus for a while, and I’m just trying to stay low key.”
I arch an eyebrow. “Yeah, calling me a groupie is staying low key. You’re just an asshole.” My eyes widen slightly. I did not just say that out loud. But the surprised look on his face tells me I did. I just called my client an asshole.
