Page 15 of Sex Positive

“I wantyouto tutor me.”

She freezes, blinking at her screen. That is not what she expected him to say.

“Why?”

He leans forward on his elbows. “I’d have thought that was obvious. You’re top of the class, you got an outrageous score, and we used to be friends.”

“Don’t play that card,” she snaps.

He scoffs. “Fine. I still stand by the first two.”

“I don’t understand why you wantme,” she continues. “Just hire someone to tutor you.”

He tilts his head, considering. “Is that what it will take? Do you want me topayyou?”

Charlie’s stomach roils, and she scowls. “Absolutely not. As you just said, I have an overflowing schedule. Why would I add tutoringyou?”

He grins, and the familiar dimple appears in his left cheek.

She hates that dimple.

“Because I’m outrageously sexy and charismatic?”

She huffs out a laugh, ignoring the fizz on her skin at his overt flirtatiousness. “God, you’re fuckingsomething, that’s for sure. Just study hard, and I’m sure you’ll do perfectly fine. I doubt you need that high of a score withDaddyhelping you get in—”

“Rogers,” he presses. His expression turns serious, and she’s struck momentarily mute by the intensity in his gaze. “Comeon—”

“I said no, Quinn. Final answer.”

His mouth falls open in surprise at the ferocity of her words. Frankly, she’s surprised herself, too, but she can’t admit that the real reason she refuses to tutor him is that she can’t be around him for a prolonged period of time.

She promised herself three years ago she wouldn’t do that ever again.

The fact is, Wesley Quinn is a distraction. A clever, interesting,attractivedistraction. Charlie knows with absolute certainty that if she spends time with him, she will inevitably remember how funny and intelligent he is, and then she will become preoccupied with how his mouth moves and how he gesticulates with his hands, and she will once again imagine what those hands would feel like on her skin, what his mouth would feel like on her body. Charlie has not excised all her feelings for Wesley Quinn only to be distracted yet again by this boy whom she once unknowingly gave the power to break her heart.

She refuses to put herself through that again.

Wes opens his mouth, about to argue, but his cell phone rings. Tugging it out of a front pocket in his bag, he lifts it to his ear. His gaze remains fixed on Charlie.

“Yeah.” A beat passes as he listens. He closes his eyes, releasing a heavy sigh of resignation. “Shit, sorry. I’ll be right there. Just—yeah.” He scowls. “IknowI need to make you a key, but you’re fucking early for the first time ever, and I’m in the middle of something. Just—just hold on.”

He hangs up, glaring at his phone like it has personally wronged him.

“Hot date?” Charlie mutters.

“Theo, actually.” He meets her eye. “Fox. He’s visiting from New York, and he’s early. He’s never early.”

Charlie nods, but she couldn’t care less about Theo Fox, an attractive social media influencer, occasional TV and film actor, and part-time model who hosts a popular weekly dating and relationship podcast calledMale Perspective. Like the world needs another man’s take on sex and dating.

He also happens to be Wes’s friend.

Charlie hates that she knows these details, gleaned from spending time with him in the past.

She returns her attention to her laptop. “He here to hide out after the fallout from his manosphere comment?”

Wes scoffs. “He was trying to make a joke.”

“Ah, yes. Everyone loves a joke about women only being able to orgasm with a man.”