Rich. Hot. King of campus. I had it all. Until a fastball to the head took my memories away.
The last few months? Poof. Gone. I can’t remember a thing. Now I can barely get out of bed let alone fill it.
Which is why my father’s hired me a pretty little tutor to put me back together.
But Humpty Dumpty I am not.
I’m in no mood to play… even if I have been imagining how deep I’d have to go to hit her sweet spot. Cautious, calculating and all kinds of smart, she’s not my usual MO. She has an actual brain for one thing, a body that’s spent far too long in hiding.
It’s clear she wants more than a run around the bases. Definitely clear she knows more than she’s letting on.
But if she thinks she’s getting close to this bad boy, she’s wrong. You’d need a battering ram to break into my heart.
Note: This is a standalone story.