Zamzar

  • Joana Soareshas quotedlast year
    Please, master, teach me how to bullshit.”
  • Joana Soareshas quotedlast year
    Oh.” He inches farther away. “Uh. Thanks for the offer, but…uh, yeah, I don’t drink coffee.”

    I stare at the coffee cup in his hand
  • Andrea Sofíahas quotedlast year
    I can’t remember her name. Probably because I’ve never bothered to ask for it. She’s cute, though. A helluva lot cuter than I realized. Pretty face, dark hair, smokin’ body—shit, how have I never noticed that body before?

    But I’m noticing now. Skinny jeans cling to a round, perky ass that just screams “squeeze me,” and her V-neck sweater hugs a seriously impressive rack. I don’t have time to admire either of those appealing visuals because she catches me staring and a frown touches her mouth.
  • Andrea Sofíahas quotedlast year
    I let her pass before I step into the aisle. I suppose I can say it’s the gentleman in me, but that would be a lie. I want to check out her ass again, because it’s a damn sexy ass, and now that I’ve seen it I wouldn’t mind another look. I follow her up to the exit, suddenly realizing how frickin’

    tiny she is—I’m one step below her yet I can see the top of her head.
  • Andrea Sofíahas quotedlast year
    “Shit. I’m such a klutz.”

    She drops to her knees and so do I, because contrary to my previous statement, I can be a gentleman when I want to be, and the gentlemanly thing to do is help her gather her books.

    “Oh, you don’t have to do that. I’m fine,” she insists.

    But my hand has already connected with her midterm, and my jaw drops when I see her grade.

    “Fucking hell. You aced it?” I demand.

    She gives a self-deprecating smile. “I know, right? I thought I failed for sure.”

    “Holy shit.” I feel like I’ve just bumped into Stephen fuckin’ Hawking and he’s dangling the secrets to the universe under my nose. “Can I read your answers?”

    Her brows quirk up again. “That’s rather forward of you, don’t you think? We don’t even know each other.”

    I roll my eyes. “I’m not asking you to take your clothes off, baby. I just want to peek at your midterm.”

    “Baby? Goodbye forward, hello presumptuous.”

    “Would you prefer miss? Ma’am maybe? I’d use your name but I don’t know it.”

    “Of course you don’t.” She sighs. “It’s Hannah.” Then she pauses meaningfully. “Garrett.”
  • Andrea Sofíahas quotedlast year
    “Thanks.” I give her the booklet, then hook my thumbs in the belt loops of my jeans. “Hey, listen. Do you…would you consider…” I shrug. “You know…”

    Her lips twitch as if she’s trying not to laugh. “Actually, I don’t know.”

    I let out a breath. “Will you tutor me?”

    Her green eyes—the darkest shade of green I’ve ever seen and surrounded by thick black eyelashes—go from surprised to skeptical in a matter of seconds.

    “I’ll pay you,” I add hastily.

    “Oh. Um. Well, yeah, of course I’d expect you to pay me. But…” She shakes her head. “I’m sorry. I can’t.”

    I bite back my disappointment. “C’mon, do me a solid. If I fail this makeup, my GPA will implode. Please?” I flash a smile, the one that makes my dimples pop out and never fails to make girls melt.

    “Does that usually work?” she asks curiously.

    “What?”

    “The aw-shucks little boy grin… Does it help you get your way?”

    “Always,” I answer without hesitation.
  • Andrea Sofíahas quotedlast year
    “You would not,” I grumble. “You look like you don’t even want to talk to me right now.”

    Her little you-got-me shrug is grating as hell. “I have to get to rehearsal.

    I’m sorry you’re failing this course, but if it makes you feel better, so is everyone else.”

    I narrow my eyes. “Not you.”

    “I can’t help it. Tolbert seems to respond to my brand of bullshit. It’s a gift.”

    “Well, I want your gift. Please, master, teach me how to bullshit.”

    I’m two seconds from dropping to my knees and begging her, but she edges to the door. “You know there’s a study group, right? I can give you the number for—”

    “I’m already in it,” I mutter.

    “Oh. Well, then there’s not much else I can do for you. Good luck on the makeup test. Baby.”
  • Andrea Sofíahas quotedlast year
    “Jeez,” Tucker pipes up. “You’ve got some major trust issues, G.”

    “Says the asshole who left a live raccoon in my bedroom on the first day of the semester.”

    Tucker grins. “Aw, come on, Bandit was fucking adorable. He was your welcome back to school gift.”

    I flip up my middle finger. “Yeah, well, your gift was a bitch to get rid of.” Now I scowl at him because I still remember how it took three pest control guys to de-raccoon my room.
  • Andrea Sofíahas quotedlast year
    “I’ve got a tutor lined up,” I assure my teammate. “She’s a frickin’

    genius.”

    “Good. Pay her whatever she wants. I’ll chip in if you want.”

    I can’t help but grin. “Wow. You’re offering to part with all your sweet, sweet cash? You must really want me to play.”

    “Damn straight. It’s all about the dream, man. You and me in Bruins jerseys, remember?”
  • Andrea Sofíahas quotedlast year
    I’m about to walk out the door when a picture message meows out of my phone. Against my better judgment, I click to download it, and a moment later, a bare chest fills my screen. Yep. I’m talking smooth tanned skin, sculpted pecs, and the tightest six-pack I’ve ever seen.

    I can’t help but snort out loud.

    Me: FFS. Did u just send me a pic of your chest?!

    Him: Yup. Did it work?

    Me: In icking me out? Yes. Success!

    Him: In changing your mind. I’m trying to butter u up here.
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