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His hazel eyes narrow slightly, and his full lips pull into a smirk. “Yeah, that was the asshole in me, hopefully you won’t hold that against me. Again, I’m sorry about that. You aren’t a Coachella groupie.”
His eyes roam my body, his teeth pulling his bottom lip in as his eyes finding mine again. “I’ll see you later, Bliss.” My name slides off his tongue as he disappears out the door.
I let out a large breath. What the hell just happened? Of course, I have tutored hot guys before, but none like Cuba. The air in the room is different with him gone, and I breathe a little lighter. Every bone in my body told me to Google everything about him, or squeeze the information out of Nick, but the look in his eyes yielded me, gave me a warning not to push too far.
Shaking my head, I pull myself together and head out of the room. Cuba is nowhere in sight, no doubt he hauled ass out of here hoping no one caught a glimpse of him, being low key and all. I wave to Ms. Scott on my way out, she raises a grey eyebrow but smiles. Does she know who Cuba is and that I’m his tutor? Probably.
Smiling back, I hurry out the doors. I must come up with a master plan. Mission Tutor Cuba is now in process.
The moment I walk into my apartment, I smell the burning of something, I think it’s cheese. Oh no.
“Dammit India, don’t burn the place down.” I set my bag on the couch and walk around to the kitchen where my best friend is hopping around holding her fingers.
Her green doe eyes water. “I have a boo boo.” She lets go of her hand to show me her red finger-tips.
Looking to the stove, I see what looks to be a burnt grilled cheese still in the pan. “So, you forgot to use a spatula again?”
I love my best friend and roommate, I really do, but sometimes I wonder how she got into college. Sure, she’s here on a cheer scholarship but sometimes I wonder how she made it this far through life without any broken bones. She’s a sweetheart though, and cute as hell with her long brown hair, caramel skin, and bright green eyes. She’s petite with killer curves, that the boys go crazy for.
She sighs. “I can’t find it.” She grabs the pan and tosses the sandwich into the trash and the pan in the sink. “How was your session, and what the hell happened with Dex?”
Grabbing a bottle of water from the fridge, it was my turn to sigh. “I caught Dex in a compromising position, with a very busty brunette.”
“Fuck him, you’re better off anyway. You deserve someone who can at least hit your g-spot and make you come, girl.” She waves him off. “And the session, who’s the latest victim, anyone I know?”
I play with the cap of my water bottle. “Probably, but if I tell you, you have to promise not to say anything to anyone and not tell me anything about him,” I say slowly.
Indi frowns confused. “Okay, promise.”
“It’s Cuba Knight.”
Her eyes go wide but quickly return to normal. “Shut up,” she whispers in shock. “He’s back?”
My eyes draw in confusion. “Back? When did he leave?” I pause. “You know what, don’t answer that. He is dead set on me not knowing anything about him, and I think asking about him counts.”
Indi pulls her dark hair into a messy bun. “Well, he hasn’t always been an asshole.” She shrugs and starts to clean the mess she made. “If anyone can handle ‘Post Jackson’ Cuba, it’s you.”
There’s that name again. Jackson.
Cuba said he’d rather I didn’t look him up, because he doesn’t want me to judge him off of what’s written about him. They don’t know him, and I wouldn’t either. Then there are the rules, I can’t ask. These walls he has built will make tutoring hard. I’m not trying to date the guy, just make sure he catches up. Having some friendly chatter or just some kind of familiarity would make this so much easier, maybe be able to breathe around him.
Pushing off the counter. “Thanks, I definitely love a challenge.”
Tutoring Cuba Knight is most definitely going to be a challenge.
