shit like that.”
“I’m not looking at porn, dude,” he said. I heard a few more muffled laughs until finally I looked over to find the guys huddled around my laptop, snickering. I crossed over to find them scrolling through my Amazon account where it said Because you bought The Elusive Orgasm… followed by a list of other titles on the topic. Their fists were clenched in front of their mouths, covering their laughter.
“Holy shit,” Chase said, gasping between laughs. “Tate, you always can come to me if you needed a tutor.”
“Have you learned nothing from all the videos I sent you?” Logan finished for him.
“Okay, okay.” I snatched the laptop from their hands, closing it and setting it aside on my coffee table. Grabbing my wallet from my backpack, I threw some cash down. “You’re all fucking hilarious. Here’s your money. Now get the hell out.”
One by one, I shoved them out the door and onto the elevator. I couldn’t fault them for giving me shit—hell, if I had found those books on any of their laptops, I would have done the same fucking thing. It was just how we operated. But that didn’t mean I had to stand there and listen to it in my own home all fucking night.
“Look,” Brad said, holding the elevator door open and leaning toward me. His voice was quiet, and his eyes soft in a moment of sincerity. “If you need to talk, or you need a few pointers…I’d be happy to tag in and show her—”
He didn’t even finish before the guys were back to howling with laughter. Chase tugged him into the elevator. They’re lucky the doors shut before I fucking throttled him and shoved him in there myself.
I sighed, dragging a hand through my hair, and looked around the apartment—considering I just had three drunk guys in here for several hours, the place wasn’t quite the disaster it could be.
The elevator dinged once more, and from the kitchen I called out, “Which one of you dumbasses forgot something?”
There was no answer, and I pushed open the door to my foyer to find Shelby, arm outstretched, leaning against the wall in the most sexily disheveled manner I’d fucking ever seen.
And she was pretty damn tipsy.
Chapter Twenty-Four
SHELBY
The elevator jolted to a stop, sending my stomach into my throat. The floor was like Jell-O beneath me. As the doors slid open, I slowly made my way into the lobby. It only took Tate a second to hear me enter and come out to the elevators. I rushed at him, throwing my arms around his neck and pressing my lips into the crook of his shoulder. He smelled fresh and clean—sexy, like always.
“Shelby.” He exhaled my name as though it was one with his breath. “Are you okay?” He grabbed my hand, tugging me inside, and the room was foggy like mist on a swamp. I inhaled deeply. Cigar smoke?
I knew my hair was a mess, and I probably smelled like a restaurant, but I didn’t care. I had Tate in my arms. He grinned down at me, eyebrows raised. “Had a few too many, huh?”
Sighing, I pulled him against me tighter, my breasts aching to be touched, my body tingling for attention. “Not too many.” I shook my head. “Just enough.”
From his hold on my waist, he lifted me from the floor, and I was floating across his kitchen to the couch. “Well, I’m just glad you’re here. Even if you regret your drinks in the morning.” His dimples deepened, and I leaned forward, pressing my lips to one in a lingering kiss. God, I wanted him. More than I ever wanted anyone in my life. Every time I saw him, my heart leaped into my throat.
“Shelby,” he began, pulling my hand up. “You can set your phone down, you know.”
Oh, shit. That’s right—I came here for a reason. I shook my head, dragging a hand through my ponytail. “Our grades are posted from our French test,” I said, keeping the waver in my voice as smooth as possible.
Tate’s face dropped. “They are?” He looked to my phone, then back to me, eyes wide. “Look, no matter what it is, you’ve worked so hard. Ceele has to see how you’ve been try—”
My face split into a grin as I held up my phone. “I got a ninety-one,” I blurted out.
The breath gushed out of Tate in an exaggerated sigh, and he crushed me into a hug. “Ninety-one—that’s great!” Tate hopped to his feet,