After I failed several business law quizzes, my professor suggested I visit the college’s tutoring center for some help.

The course was a requirement for my major, and I really didn’t want to be forced to repeat it. Graduation was so close I could taste it. If getting my diploma on time meant swallowing my pride and bending to a bookworm for my final fall semester, I was prepared to do that.

When I arrived for my first session, I was directed to the back of the learning center where a tiny blonde sat on a stool, hunched over a desk. With her back to me, all I was able to see was a tiny, tapered waist that flared out to lush hips. A creamy band of skin lay exposed between the hem of her shirt and the waistband of her jeans.

When she turned to greet me, I knew I was fucked. Ice-blue eyes... Read More