Blurb
The only thing more difficult than catching her, is keeping her.
Dex
I’ve spent the last four years in self-imposed celibacy. It was going fine until I met her. Remy Harris, the wild eyed vixen no man can pin down. She’s more than willing to have a good time, but I’m looking for so much more than that.
Remy
Love ‘em and leave ‘em. It’s safer that way. In my experience all men are looking for is a good time anyway. It’s better to give them what they want and walk away before they can do the same to you. When I needed a calculus tutor I never expected to find one who’s so...sexy. Since when are nerds so hot?
**While every book in this series can be read as a stand alone, you will likely get more enjoyment from Impossible Girl if you've read Worth the Wait and Naughty Angel first
**mature content
Chapter 1
Remy
“Ugh, fuck me,” I groan to myself. I
press my palms to my eyelids, silently willing the hangover to recede.
“Been there, done that,” the naked
man lying beside me says with a smirk. I try to recall his name. Mark, Mike,
Matt? Who the fuck cares anyway? He was exceptionally awkward and unskilled in
bed. I’m definitely not interested in a repeat. I peel myself away from him and
snatch my clothes up off of the floor.
“Why are you in such a rush sweet
cheeks? Come back to bed, we can have another go before I have to get to
class.” He waggles his eyebrows at me suggestively while I swallow back the
bile rising in my throat.
“I’m all set, thanks,” I mutter as I
pull my clothes on quickly and scurry out of his bedroom. I’m met with several
pairs of eyes as I descend the stair of the frat house. Oh the walk of shame;
although, it’s not so bad if you’re not actually ashamed.
“Morning boys.” I shoot a flirty
smile at each of the three guys.
“Oh Rem, not Mitch, I’m
heartbroken,” one of them jokes. Mitch,
that was his name.
“Sorry, Jake, you’ll just have to
try your luck with me at the next party.” I wink at him before sauntering out
of the house.
Slut, whore, skank, easy. You name
it I’ve heard it. My favorite is when girls whisper it behind my back as though
I can’t hear, or I don’t know that having casual sex with random guys makes me
worthy of gossip. But, why the hell are guys allowed to have random sex but
girls are ‘dirty’ if they do?
I honestly don’t care. I learned one
thing at a young age: if you want guys to notice you, then appeal to their
hormones. Granted, this has gotten me attention from plenty of guys who turned
out not to be worth my time. But, I have a solution for that, too; don’t get
emotionally involved. It’s a bullshit double standard to begin with. I’m
breaking through that glass ceiling, one random hook up at a time.
When you get down to it we’re
animals with needs and there’s nothing wrong or unnatural with fulfilling your
primal desires. If anything, there’s something unnatural with monogamy. It
doesn’t work, at least not that I’ve ever seen.
Take my mom for example: she thought
she fell in love when she was seventeen. Next thing she knows, she’s knocked up
and alone because the dude took off before she could even say ‘call me’. That’s
dear old dad. I’ve never actually met the guy. But, I did meet husbands one
through four, all of whom lasted no longer than 18 months. So, when girls get
all misty-eyed over guys who they just ‘love so much’...I think I’ll pass.
I shield my eyes and look up at the
enormous brick building looming before me, taunting me. ‘you’re a moron’ the uppity building sneers. I roll my eyes. I need
to get my shit together. Holding my head up high, I force myself forward. I
avert my gaze from the words on the side of the building, Tutoring Center. Stop judging me.
As I reach for the door handle I
stop myself and consider turning around and going home. Maybe it won’t be the
end of the world if I fail calculus. I mean, sure I won’t be able to complete
my degree requirements. Who the hell decided to make calculus a requirement for
a business degree anyway? But, surely that would be better than admitting I’m
too stupid to pass the class without a tutor, wouldn’t it?
My phone buzzes in my pocket.
Nikki: Don’t chicken out, tons of people get
tutoring. You’ve got this.
I can’t stop the smile that spreads
across my face.
Remy: How did you know I was about to turn around
and go home?
Nikki: twintuition ;)
I tuck my phone back in my pocket
and clutch the door handle forcefully. I can’t disappoint Nikki, my twin sister
and the only person in the world I actually care about.
I’ve often envied my sister for
being a lesbian. Wait, that came out wrong. What I mean is, she seems to have
found the girl of her dreams, and they’re going to go off and get married, and
I’ll be all alone... I’m not bitter.
“How can I help you?” I’m greeted by
the cheery middle aged woman behind the reception desk as soon as I step into
the air conditioned building.
It’s September in Colorado and it’s
still hot as balls outside. I’m wearing a tank top and barely there shorts, yet
I’m covered in sweat from my short walk to campus.
“I need a calculus tutor,” I say
with a blush. I gnaw at my bottom lip as she begins to type on her computer,
presumably trying to find me a tutor. Or posting on Facebook about how stupid I
am.
“You’re in luck, I have a tutor
who’s actually available right now if you’d like,” she announces with a smile.
I nod once.
“Alright, just head to the second
floor. You’ll want the second door on the left. Ask for Dexter.”
“Thank you.”
I find the stairs and head to the
second floor. When I reach the second door on the left I pause outside the door
and wrestle with myself again. Do I really need to do this? So I failed the
first exam. Maybe if I just study harder for the second exam, tutoring won’t be
necessary at all!
Right as I’m about to turn around
and leave, the door swings open and a wall of muscle just about bowls me over.
“Whoa, where’s the fire?” I snap as
strong hands reach out to steady me.
“Oh shit. Sorry darlin’.” The deep
southern drawl kicks up my heart rate and I look up to see who this man is that
nearly ran me over.
His blond hair is messy like he’s
been running his hands through it. His eyes are chocolate brown and filled with
remorse. His strong jaw like something out of a western, covered with stubble.
He’s built like a brick wall. He’s like a real live cowboy. Yee-haw.
“Damn, you must be a long lost
Hemsworth brother.”
I look up at him through my
eyelashes and stick my chest out so my cleavage is on full display. Come on cowboy, you know you want this.
He chuckles at me and takes a step
back running, a hand through his already tangled mane of hair.
“Were you looking for someone
darlin’?”
Looking for someone? Absolutely.
I’ve been looking for someone as dead sexy as him my entire life. Given the
proper amount of time I could absolutely blow his mind. I lick my lips and take
a step closer to him again.
“In the math tutoring department?”
he clarifies.
Oh, damn. I forgot I actually came
here for a reason other than to pick up a sexy cowboy to ride all day...and
night... long.
“Oh, yes. I was looking for Dexter.”
“Actually, I prefer Dex.” he extends
a hand and I take it awkwardly.
Great, like I’m going to be able to
learn a damn thing from sexy cowboy man.
“Is this a bad time? Were you on
your way out?” That would be perfect! Then I could leave and never, ever come
back.
“Actually, I was just in desperate
need of a caffeine fix.”
“I certainly understand the urgency
of your exit then.”
He chuckles and runs his hand
through his hair again. I have the desperate urge to run my own hands through
that mane.
“I certainly wouldn’t object to some
coffee.”
“Perfect, let’s go get some coffee
and discuss your tutoring needs.” He places his hand on the small of my back to
lead me out. A slow heat spreads through my body.
Other Books In the Sexy Nerd Boys Series
Worth The Wait (Sexy Nerd Boys, 1)
She's got issues, he's got rules for his one night stands. Can they break through the b.s. and find love?
Naughty Angel (Sexy Nerd Boys, 2)
What does a tattooed lothario do with a naive virgin? Teach her everything he knows, of course.
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I'm a total romance junkie whether it's reading or writing, I just can't get enough. I also have a terrible habit of falling hopelessly in love with my own male main characters.
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