Vicky knew who it was. One glance at her caller ID confirmed her suspicions. And she wasn’t going to answer, either. No way.Just the thought of Brandon standing half-naked with water dripping down his chest had her shivering.She’d have fantasies about that for weeks. Some really, really hot fantasies because that was all she’d allow herself where Brandon was concerned. No way would she be swayed by the wicked glint in his eyes. Reading lessons weren’t the only lessons he wanted to work with her on.Why? she thought, jerking off her clothes so she could get into some comfy jeans. Why was he giving her those suggestive leers? Did he think it would help his cause if he pretended to be interested in her? Little did he know. She was wise to that trick. During her sophomore year, one of the university’s star athletes had done the same thing. Unfortunately, she’d realized too late he was just using her to pass contract law, and she had felt like a major fool when she’d tried to kiss him late one night.Never again would she let a man make a fool out of her.She tugged on a T-shirt.
