Tutoring

Jaren Richards was everything Emily had dreamed of. Tall, dark, handsome, ethnic -- the total package. It was too bad he was dumb as a rock, she thought, editing his paper. But was he ever dreamy to look at.

She tucked her blonde hair behind her ear, smiling at Jaren. The alpha male crossed his arms, studying Emily, studying the increasing red splotches marring the paper.

"Why don't you just edit it yourself?" he asked, tapping his foot.

"Well, if I do that, you won't learn anything. Why don't you just get one of those nerds to write it for you?"

"Already tried that," Jaren said, smirking. "Got in trouble for it, too. You're not bad looking, teach."

"It's Emily," she responded. "Don't age me that much."

"Emily," Jaren smiled. "Help me pass this class, and I'll show you why they call me Big Jaren."