#Nerd (The Hashtag Series Book 1)(7)By: Cambria Hebert
She blocked the most intimate part of him, thank goodness, but I could see the ends of his belt and the open portion of his jeans around her.
My face heated as I brazenly watched them. I’d never given anyone a blow job before. He sure looked like he was enjoying it. And the girl, she seemed like she liked it too because she kept making these soft purring sounds.
Romeo groaned and muttered, “Faster…”
The girl did what he wanted and her head started bobbing much faster than before. Romeo brought his other hand to the back of her head and thrust his hips closer. I jerked back, feeling like a complete pervert for watching.
I shoved the book back onto the shelf and turned to flee. I must have miscalculated where the book belonged because I heard it fall to the floor behind me with a thump. I didn’t stop. I kept going.
“What was that?” The girl gasped.
“Nothing.” Romeo’s voice was hoarse. “Don’t stop.”
I barreled out of the rows of books and into the main room of the library like I was being chased by a demon. My heart was beating furiously when I sat down in my chair and stared down at the unfinished work.
I couldn’t make out any of the words. My vision was blurry and I was completely flustered and embarrassed. I took a deep breath.
What kind of guy shows up for his first night of tutoring and then disappears in the back for a blow job?
I couldn’t stay here. I couldn’t tutor him. I’d just have to pray I didn’t get in trouble with the dean.
I packed up my stuff as fast as I could, not taking the time to organize it neatly in order of subject. When that was done, I zipped up the bag and bolted out of the chair. I got maybe three steps when I slammed into something hard and bounced back.
“Whoaa,” Romeo said, reaching out to steady me. His hands were so big they completely covered my shoulders.
Just moments ago, they were holding some girls face to his… his crotch.
“Where you off to in such a hurry?” he asked.
I jerked away from him and stepped back. “I’m leaving,” I said and lifted my chin.
Why did God have to make all the good-looking guys complete asses?
He frowned, a little crease appearing on his forehead. “We’re done?”
Irritation made me forget about what I just saw. I laughed, sounding like a moose getting hit by a car. “You made it pretty clear you aren’t really into studying.”
He brought his thumb up and swiped at his full lower lip. I wondered if that girl got to kiss him too.
“Hey, I’m sorry.” He actually sounded sincere. “I was just…” He glanced at me, and I raised my eyebrows, waiting for his explanation.
He sighed. “I didn’t ask for a tutor. It was sort of pushed on me.”
I crossed my arms over my chest, the movement making the strap of my book bag fall down my arm, and the bottom of the bag hit me in the leg. I ignored it. “Well, I didn’t sign up for this either.”
His eyebrows shot up to his hairline. “Seriously?”
“You think I don’t have better things to do than sit around this place?”
His face turned sheepish. “Well, no.”
I growled a little because his answer was idiotic.
He laughed and reached for my bag, which was starting to cut off the circulation on my lower arm. Before I could tell him no, he slipped his hand under the strap and lifted it off my arm. The relief from the pressure was really nice, so I didn’t stop him from swinging it up over his shoulder.
“So what do they got on you?” he asked, taking my bag back to the table.
“What?” I replied, spinning around to glare at him.
“You know… Why do you have to tutor me?” He sat down and placed my bag right between his legs on the floor.
“The dean said it was a requirement of my scholarship.”
“You have a scholarship?”
Duh. “Didn’t I just say that?” I snapped. I was immediately contrite, but Romeo grinned.
Damn if I didn’t notice the way his blue eyes sparkled when he looked at me.
“Maybe we could try this again?” he asked, turning on the charm.
“You didn’t even ask for my name,” I blurted out.
So much for thinking I was impervious to his charm. Clearly, it made me gullible.