Dirty romance

Chapter 2

I leave the bathroom all dressed and I see him sitting on my black leather couch across from my bed. His hand covering his face. Did he fall asleep?

He makes the atmosphere in the room feel full, something that I preferred being empty.

“uh uhm.” I clear my throat trying to get his attention.

He lifts his head and looks at me with a blank expression and what almost looks like frustration.

“I'm Emily, it's nice to meet you." I stretch out my hand wanting to shake his hand.

He nods his head and puts his hand right over his face again.

What the hell? He just straight out ignored me. I don't have time for this, I need to study. I head to the library knowing I won't be able to study in my room because other people distract me too much.

Now I have to share my damn room with an arrogant hottie, who doesn't know the first thing about good impressions or common courtesy, never mind his first name which he also failed to tell me.

I place my books on the table in the quiet library and open them up. I can't stop thinking about him. Why didn't he give me his name and what is up with his dark appearance and choice of clothing.

My new found distraction has already appeared on the first day of college, s**t!

An hour later and nothing's been absorbed into my mind besides the mysterious guy sitting in my dorm room.

That's it! I need a tutor, someone who will keep me on my toes and away from this distraction. I stand up from the table and look around on the walls for any tutor's advertising their careers.

Daniel Ferguson offering tutoring for psychology. I grab a piece of the page with his number and email address, placing it in the first page of my book the closing it and packing away my stuff.

Entering my dorm room with no sign of Mr hottie in there, I throw my bag on the floor and fall down on my bed. Cosy against my fluffy pillow I pull my little blanket over myself and decide to take a little nap.

Waking up in a panic and checking the time. s**t I slept through the whole night and I'm starving. I jump up from my bed and rush to take a shower remembering to take my towel and clothes to the bathroom. I have a quick three minute shower, apply my make up and head out the door.

I'll first get breakfast at cafe on campus then and email my tutor and go to my first class.

I wonder where Mr hottie is? I didn't see him this morning and there was no sign of him in sleeping in the bed opposite mine.

I complete the email to Daniel Ferguson and finish my hot espresso.

During my lecture my mind keeps drifting off to Mr hottie. I really need to come up with a name for him, well until he tells me his name, if I ever see him again. Maybe he's avoiding me. Could he be avoiding me? Am I that awkward and pathetic, that he needs to avoid even being in the same room as me.

“We will be having some new students start their first day today, please make them feel comfortable and share your notes that they've missed out on.” Professor Vale informs us.

And that's when my dark handsome fantasy pops his head in the auditorium from the lower exit. Our eyes lock but I can't seem to look at him for longer than a second. The way his intimidating eyes looks into my soul as if he knows exactly what I'm thinking about him. Like he reads my mind by just looking at me.

I feel my heart pounding in my chest, I forgot how sexy he is. Why does he have this sort of impact on me.

I glance down at my notebook and see something pop up in the corner of my eye on my apple laptop.

It's an email from Daniel Ferguson.

Hi

Thanks for the email.

Could we meet up in the library today at 4pm.

Thanks.

Four pm comes and I am already sitting in the library with my notes on everything I need Daniel to help me with. I even have a cup of coffee for both of us and some snacks.

Overhearing a few girls in my lecture room this morning talking about the school tutor and how intimidating and straight to the point he is gave me the indication that I have to be on top of my game before I meet this guy. He sounds like he just comes to get the job done. I have no idea what to expect from Tutor Daniel. He has clearly made a name for himself at this school so I cannot be distracted by thinking about the mysterious guy who lives in my dorm room.

I scribble at the back of my scrap book making sure my pen works as well as my back up pen and my back ups' back up pen. The last thing I want to do is to give a bad first impression. I've been told by my best friend Amanda, that I have an obsessive compulsive disorder. I suppose it's something I inherited from my parents.

A tall muscular blonde man walks into the library, stealing all the energy from the room. I wonder if that's Daniel? Ugh I'm sure it's not him.

Ignoring the guy taking all the attention from the room I carry on going through my notes of work we did today. That's until I feel a presence behind me. I feel my brows frowning and I turn around in my chair slowly, seeing the blonde guy standing right there, leaning over to see what I am doing.

“uh.. may I help you?" hearing the confusion in my voice.

His eyes move from my notebook and locks with mine, vastly I begin to lose all awareness of what's around me. I find myself swimming in those deep blue eyes which remind me of the colour of the ocean on an island. Where the sand is white and the ocean is just pure blue with the hot sun giving off its extreme heat.

His face is perfectly sculpted but he has a hard expression on it. Soon I realise that I am definitely staring at him way too long. I finally blink my eyes fast not wanting to miss a single sight of him.

He pushes his hand forward indicating me to take his hand.

I reluctantly place my small hand in his and shake it.

“The names Daniel Ferguson.”

SHIT!!

Another distraction coming my way.