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No Bad Days (The Fisher Brothers #1)(4)
Author: J. Sterling

But back to Jess, the hot little number sitting next to me. I wanted to find out more about her, so I bumped my knee against hers. Damn, her skin was soft.

She glanced at me, her eyes narrowed slightly as her lips pulled into a straight line.

Tempted to reach out and pull her face toward mine, I leaned in slightly and whispered, “Have you ever been to any of my parties?”

She looked toward the professor before meeting my eyes again, and nodded.

I swallowed, racking my brain for any images of her. After coming up blank, I whispered, “When?”

She shook her head slightly. “Last Friday, stupid.”

“Stupid?” I fought back the urge to laugh out loud. She was a mouthy little thing.

“I’m not surprised you didn’t see me. You had your tongue down some girl’s throat the whole night.”

This time I did laugh. Out fucking loud.

The professor looked up from his textbook, adjusting the glasses on his nose as he scanned the room for the offenders before he continued, his tone broadcasting his annoyance at my disruption.

Half-tempted to pull out a piece of paper and start writing her notes to her like a fifth grader, I decided I’d have to talk to Jess later when I wouldn’t get us both into trouble. The last thing I needed was to get screwed in this class and not have enough credits to graduate.

But even with the lingering threat, I still couldn’t keep my mouth shut.

“Maybe next time that will be you,” I said, hoping to win her over a little.

“I’m already seeing someone. Sorry,” she said, her flat tone signaling the end of the conversation.

But it wasn’t.

Not at all.









When the professor slammed his book shut in a display of authority before dismissing the class, I fumbled with my notebook as I tried to stuff it into my bag.

Nick had distracted me, and after his questions, he spent the rest of class either staring at me with a shit-eating grin on his face, or touching my leg with his. I don’t think I took a single note after that. Anytime his skin pressed against mine, I wanted to hop into his lap, tell him I surrender, and let him have his way with me.

Pushing up from my chair, I started for the classroom door and away from Nick when he shouted my name. I stopped and turned to find him and his two friends heading toward me in a rush.

“You always travel in packs?” I asked, lifting my chin at his frat brothers.

He turned to them. “I’ll catch up with you guys in a bit.”

“Are you sure?” one of them said. “We’re supposed to meet Marcus at Bites.”

“I’ll meet you there,” he said curtly with a nod. The guys walked away slowly and left Nick and me standing at the front of the classroom with the rest of the class hurrying out around us.

“They seem lost without you,” I said with a smirk.

“It does seem that way, doesn’t it?” He reached for my elbow and pulled me toward the glass doors. “Let’s walk and talk.”

Without responding, I started moving along with him, my body language telling him everything my mouth wasn’t. He held the door open for me and I walked through, thankful that the sun was hidden behind tree branches. I didn’t want to put my sunglasses on when Nick wasn’t wearing any. Call it another quirk of mine, but I always considered it rude to wear sunglasses during a conversation if the other person wasn’t. There was something intimate about eye contact.

“So you were at the party last Friday. And I was too busy making out with Monika to notice.”

“Oh, so you do remember her name,” I teased, and he stopped walking to laugh a little, which caused me to stop as well. Whatever his body did, mine seemed to mimic.

He leaned in close, his mouth mere inches from mine. “I’m not a total scumbag, Jess. I do remember the names of the girls I kiss.”

“How nice for them,” I said with a little more snark than I’d intended, feeling absolutely bipolar with my emotions. One second I was wanting to throw myself at this guy, and the next I was a snide brat basically calling him a pig.

Pick a side. I mentally chastised myself, wondering if I even could. Nick seemed to bring out warring emotions in me, even if the side that wanted to jump into his lap was definitely favored.

“So mouthy,” he said, staring at my lips.

Pretending not to notice the chills his attention sent through my body, I blurted, “Sorry. I don’t know what’s wrong with me.”

Wait . . . why the hell was I apologizing?

“Don’t apologize. I like it.” He started moving, and again, my body automatically followed. “So, Jess, tell me about yourself.”

I swallowed hard and hoped he didn’t notice. How on earth was I supposed to even answer that question?

“What do you want to know?” I cast a glance in his direction, taking in the way he moved with an air of confidence most guys only pretended to have.

A few choruses of Hi, Nick broke through our otherwise private conversation. He cast smiles at the girls and bumped knuckles with a few guys, but never stopped walking or focusing his attention on me.

“What year are you,” he asked, “and why have I never seen you before?”

“I’m a sophomore, and I don’t know.”

“Did you live in the dorms as a freshman?”


“Well, there’s one reason. I don’t hang out at the dorms. Did you go to any of my parties last year?”


“Why not?”

I considered telling him a lie to sound cool, but opted for the truth instead.

“I was so terrified that I was going to fail out of school, that I didn’t really have any fun at all last year.”

“I find that hard to believe.”

“Which part?”

“All of it. You don’t strike me as the type of person to fail or not have any fun.”

His gaze raked the length of my body, making me feel very underdressed in my crop top and shorts. It was the first time since we started talking or flirting or whatever it was we were doing that he made me feel like a potential notch in his bedpost with just a glance.

“You don’t even know anything about me,” I shot back, my defenses coming up.

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