Andrew sighed. "You know, when it comes to skipping class, the only outcome is a failing grade."
Rick looked like he was about to burst into tears.
"But…" Andrew's tone shifted. "There's another option."
Rick perked up, his voice trembling with hope. "What do you want me to do, sir?"
"You don't have to do anything," Andrew said, pointing at me. "Just have her join you for class from now on."
Is anyone going to step in here? Who has a twenty-six-year-old woman in college?
Before I could firmly refuse, Rick swiftly locked my throat with his arm, cutting off my protest. "Thanks, Professor! My sister says she's totally on board!"
In the blink of an eye, we bolted out of the office. Once we hit the playground, Rick finally released me.
Just as I was about to slap him across the face, he held up a finger.
"Five."
"Five hundred bucks to buy me off? Dream on!"
"Five thousand!"
My hand froze just an inch from his face.
I extended it toward him instead. "Deal!"
That night, I received a friend request: [It's Andrew.]
I guessed my brother had given him my WhatsApp number.
I glanced at my phone, tossed it onto the couch, and settled in with some chips to binge-watch my show.
But then, my phone buzzed with a voice message, "You wouldn't want your brother to flunk, would you?"
Fine, I get it. The phrase "Hell hath no fury like a man scorned" should be passed around.
I accepted his friend request and headed to the kitchen for a drink.
The kitchen window faced the opposite building.
As I casually glanced out, my heart nearly stopped.
Andrew was on the same floor, wrapped in a towel, standing in his living room, showing off the same chiseled abs I'd seen the night before.
Nosebleed alert!
Damn it, who doesn't close the curtains when they're at home in their underwear?
That was what I was thinking, but my eyes had other ideas.
They were glued to him, completely honest about my interest.
I guess I've shown my hand—I'm a bit of a perv.
Meanwhile, I noticed Andrew was busy tapping away at his phone.
My phone buzzed. It was a WhatsApp message from Andrew.
The first message read: [Stop staring.]
What? Did he catch me being a creep?
The second message followed: [Come over.]
If I'm not mistaken, he's inviting me to his place?
I replied: [Come over to your place? It's late, just the two of us. What for?]
He quickly shot back: [I'll whip up something special for you.]
[And, you can look to your heart's content.]