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damned sure. Holy crap. They must really want these football players to pass their classes.
    "This is… awesome," I gush. I don't have any other word for it. Awesome. I sound like a cheerleader.
    "This is the contract," he explains. "There's a standard non-disclosure agreement, of course, for anything you might be exposed to in the course of tutoring –"
    Anything I might be exposed to?
    I look at him with a quizzical expression.
    "It's standard," he repeats. "To cover anything a player might inadvertently tell you, behavior from a player, things like that. All of the players are public figures with public images."
    "I see." I don't see at all why we're talking about college football players like they're celebrities, but whatever, I'm going to get paid. I need this position. Desperately. If I don't land something, I'm totally screwed.
    "You'll be bound by the university’s professor-student rules," he says. "An inappropriate relationship with a player will result in termination as well as any separate consequences as your department sees fit."
    "No problem. I'm not going to be hanging out with a football player." I blurt it out without thinking. Shit. He looks amused. "I mean, no offense. I'm sure they're really nice and –"
    The coach holds up his hand. "The fact that you have no interest in football is why you're the perfect fit."

    T ermination and departmental consequences . That's what would happen if I were to cross that line.
    I'm not going to cross that line, I reassure myself. Just because I thought about Colton that way doesn't mean I'm going to act on it. It's harmless.
    Fantasy. That's all it is.
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    C olton is sitting in his chair in front of the desk, leaning back, his legs spread out. "Hey, Teach," he says, looking up from his playbook.
    "Don't call me Teach ." The word reminds me of the tutor-student rules. And the fact that the last time I thought about Colton, it was with me bent over my bed and a vibrator in my pussy.
    Nope, nope, nope. Not going to think about that.
    Definitely not thinking about that.
    I set my bag down on the floor and take out a notepad. Mostly I'm trying to hide my face because I swear what I did must be written all over it.
    He's going to know. How am I going to look him in the eye?
    "Did you get your paper back from your history class, yet?" I ask. "Hopefully the suggestions I gave you were helpful."
    He doesn't say anything, but when I look up, he's watching me expectantly.
    "What?" I ask, my hand flying up to my mouth. "Oh, God, do I have something in my teeth? I was eating a sandwich on the way here because I was running late and – "
    Colton laughs. "Nope. I just have something for you."
    I eye him warily. "If you're about to tell me you gift-wrapped your penis or something totally inappropriate, I'm not looking."
    Colton grins. "This is innocent," he assures me. "But I like where your mind is."
    "My mind is nowhere," I lie. Certainly not on the way Colton looks right now, in worn jeans and flip flops and a t-shirt that stretches tightly across his chest. I wonder if the fabric is soft. It looks like it would be really soft. I clear my throat. "My mind is on the fact that you have a ton of work to do."
    "Relax," he says. "It's nothing inappropriate. Don't worry. I'll be sure to get you something inappropriate, though."
    "Thanks, but no thanks," I say, except my mind wanders straight to what Colton means by inappropriate .
    "I wanted to show you this." He reaches into his bag and pulls out a paper.
    "Your history paper," I say. My eyes scan the first few sentences. It's good. Much better than when I saw it before. I jump to the bottom of the page. "You got a B!"
    Colton grins. "I know it's not an A," he says, shrugging, "but I felt like you should work a little harder before you get to come on my tongue."
    "Before I get to –" I say through clenched teeth. Then I stop myself. He just needs to be redirected to an appropriate topic. Like a small child. But I still have to