Page 9 of Sweet Temptation

"Works for me. My hockey game isn't till five," I respond, watching her closely. It's a hockey game I probably won’t make it to, but I don't mention that part. Hanna smiles a real smile before she heads back to her black-haired friend, who is still standing there shocked.

I exit the school with a smile on my face. Not only am I going to pass that ridiculous class, but I get to spend an entire two hours torturing her at the same time. Unlocking my blue Camaro, I climb into the driver's seat and head home. Fuck, she needs to stop dressing like that, though.

She's catching the eyes of my teammates, and I can't have that. She's fucking stunning, but having the eyes of all the guys in the school isn't something I fucking want. I put my car into park and climb out, quickly locking it before heading inside.

Tomorrow is definitely going to be interesting, but being able to see her all to myself is the biggest plus. Hanna Monroe is going to be the death of me.

FIVE

I take the steps two at a time before stopping at the large black door. Staring at the metal horseshoe door knocker, I rethink my decision to tutor Damon Saint. Before I can reject and retreat, the large door opens and I come face to face with a tall, dark, and handsome man. His eyes are the same colour as Damon's, along with his hair, but his grin… that's a totally different grin.

It's not dark and inviting, it's more cocky and evil. "I'm Damien. You must be Hanna." He smirks at me. I put on my best fake smile before nodding. "Well, please, come in."

I step through the doorway and gently unzip my boots, looking around the large condo. "How many of you live here?" I practically whisper.

"Just me, Ace, Damon, and Sam. The other hockey players share another condo," he replies, walking past me into the living room. I slowly exit the boot room and enter the large area that joins the dining room, kitchen, and living room. My eyes scan the area, and I admire the cleanliness of the place. I don't get to admire long before a tall, blonde, curly-haired man steps in front of me and scans my body.

I scrunch my nose and glare with all the self-preservation I have. "Sam, leave her alone." I hear Damon before I see him. His large hands wrench Sam away before he smiles down at me. "Shall we?"

I nod slowly, eying Sam one last time before following Damon upstairs into his bedroom. The walls are painted black. The bed is a dark brown, along with the dresser, TV stand, and side tables.

"So, where are we doing this?" I crane my neck so my eyes meet his. Damon eyes his bed then sits down, keeping the blankets neat. I narrow my eyes at him before eying the room. "We couldn't have worked downstairs?" I ask in a whisper.

Damon shakes his head before grabbing his textbooks and binders from a cupboard beside the bed. "My roommates always have the TV blasting and the speakers blared loud enough they sometimes come through the walls of my bedroom," he replies, going through his notes. I nod before settling next to him on the king-sized bed. Once my legs are crossed, I settle myself before opening my notes and looking through them.

"Creative writing is pretty much the writing version of what you guys call English," I say softly, looking over at Damon.

"When you have a C- in your main class, you would understand why I'm frustrated. If I don't bring that mark up with a tutor, I don't play in the finals for hockey," he grumbles.

Sighing, I hand him my notes to look over while I inspect his last writing assignment. "This doesn't make any goddamn fucking sense." Damon scowls an hour later as he stares down at the assignment he just redid.

"It's quite simple. You're just writing a self-reflection on everything we just learned the past two days," I reply, taking the assignment from him.

I feel eyes on me as I search through his assignment carefully. Slowly looking up, my eyes meet Damon's, who is inches away from me. "The freckles look good on you, Cinderella," he whispers in a husky voice. I feel the goosebumps break out over my body as his stare goes from adoration to hunger.

"W-we should finish up," I breathe out.

Damon's eyes find my lips, and I can't help but bite down on them. His attitude is worse than anyone I've ever met. The scowl on his face never disappears. God. He's not the captain, but he's the hottest hockey player I've ever seen.

My thoughts get pulled away from me as Damon's hand lands softly on my thigh. I gently close my eyes as I feel a wet pool in my panties. I need to stop this; I can't control myself around him. Well, I can, but my body doesn't want to. Opening my eyes, I look directly at Damon as my lip quivers. "We… I-I can't," I stutter.

He moves his hand instantly, before picking up the assignment from my lap. "Nine p.m. tomorrow?" he asks, his voice returning to its normal darkness.

I nod with a smile before getting off the bed and gathering all my papers. "That paper should give you a B+," I say when my eyes meet his.

Damon nods, shoving his papers and notes back into the textbooks and binders, returning them to the shelf beside the bed. "I'll walk you out."

I halt at the door as I finish zipping up my bag before turning to him. "You really don't need to do that," I answer with a frown.

Damon gets to his feet and towers over me, watching me carefully. "My roommates are assholes. I'll walk you out," he replies again. I just nod slowly, opening the bedroom door and heading for the second floor with him following behind me.

"Aussie," Damien calls from an island stool.

My eyes land on him for a split second before I look away and stare at the floor. I feel movement as Damien's feet carry him to me. "Hey, Aussie. You okay?" he asks in a worried tone.

I nod, throwing a fake smile on my lips before looking at the floor again and heading toward the main door. "What the hell did you do?" Damien barks inches from Damon's face.

"Get the fuck out of my way and mind your own fucking business," he growls, his lips pulled back in a snarl. I don't hear feet shuffle as I zip up my boots. They’re having a fucking alpha male pissing test over me. God, boys are fucking idiots.