Extracurricular Activities

Living with four other guys, it's bound to happen. Every guy's been caught taking care of business at least once, right? It shouldn't be a big deal. But I don't know Eric as well as my other roommates, and things are a little awkward now. He's a loner. A mystery. Quietly confident. Smart. Sexy as hell. I've been happily subsisting on the typical frat guy diet of booze and sorority girls. But the way Eric looked at me that night? There was something there. Something that's got me curious. Something that's stirring up feelings I thought I'd left behind for good.

Two rivals. One law internship. A whole lot of objectionable activity. It wasn’t always this way between us. We were best friends growing up. Competitive? Yeah. Ruthless? Definitely. Neither of us liked to lose. But the intense chemistry? That’s new. The hatred in his eyes? That’s new, too. I should let it go. There’s too much bad blood between our families. Between us. But I can’t. I don’t think he can, either. Now we’re gunning for the same internship. If he thinks I’ll back down, he’s dead wrong. Once upon a time, I lost everything. I won’t let it happen again.

I get crushes the way some people get seasonal allergies. And sharing a house with four hot roommates is like being stuck in permanent spring. Too bad I keep getting friend-zoned. But it’s senior year now, and I’m done pining for the impossible. Time to live it up and go out with a bang. Or a lot of bangs.

Two strangers. One secret encounter. A whole lotta forbidden chemistry. It was supposed to be an anonymous thrill, fueled by raw desire. No strings, just the escape we both craved. The last thing I need is complications, especially from a casual hookup. That was the plan. Except now, he's not just some guy from a night I can't forget. He's in front of my class...teaching it. Turns out life has some unexpected lessons in store for me, and my professor is holding the syllabus. Suddenly, what was supposed to be simple is anything but.

I have no sympathy for slackers like Josh Pickett, who think that just because they're athletes they can skate by and leave the academic heavy-lifting to nerds like me. And especially not slackers who've already left me hanging on a class project once before, forcing me to finish it solo. Any guesses who that might've been? Nope. Not one ounce of sympathy. So when I'm assigned to tutor him in physics, I tell him flat out I'm not gonna go easy on him. I won't be swayed by his ridiculously sexy dimpled smile. Or the fact that he actually shows up for our sessions.