Not Your Girl
"You know you want me, Tilly," he teases from across the room. I roll my eyes, "Uh, yeah, no. Not every girl falls prey to you, y'know. You aren't THAT good-looking."
Chris takes a giant step forward, crossing the classroom in four easy strides. He stands just in front of me. "You don't want me now?" he asks. I blush, but still I shake my head. I won't give him the satisfaction of seeing me crack.
Suddenly, Chris leans down, his lips around my ear as he nibbles on it. My knees go weak--damn, he knows my weak spot.
Chris pulls back after a second. "How...about...now?" he purrs sexily. I cross my arms, using a lot of self control, and reply, "Not in the slightest." He laughs, tossing his head back. When he turns to walk out the door he smacks my ass, winking as he leaves. "See you, Tilly-poo!" he calls. When Chris finally disappears, I let myself smile.
Natalie Kiphart. She's short, curvy, and gorgeous. She isn't freaky smart, but she's got a good head on her shoulders. She plays flute and writes songs in her free time. Normal.
Christopher Engles. He's tall, tan, and the sexiest guy in the entire freaking world. He's got only a bit of brains, seeing as most of his focus is in sports. But his love for coffee drives him into a girl he otherwise wouldn't ever have met.
Chris and Nat don't hit it off well at all--he dumped coffee all down her shirt.
Now, Chris has to make it up to Natalie. He spends his time doing things for her, everything from tutoring to helping her organize that precious marble collection of hers. Slowly, as they spend time together, he finds himself wishing that she'd let him help her with a little something else.