Free The Trouble with Dating Sue (Grover Beach Team #6) by Anna Katmore Page A

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    But no, it wasn’t Ethan. Mom trudged into the kitchen, her arms loaded with groceries. I helped with the paper bags. “Are you cooking tonight?”
    “Yes. Salmon fillet and potatoes.” She set her purse down and started putting all kinds of food into the fridge. “Unless you and Ethan want to cook?”
    When Mom hopefully waggled her eyebrows at me, I almost felt bad for telling her, “Ethan’s gone. He won’t be back for dinner. And Lauren’s coming over in a minute. We’re going to study. No time for cooking, sorry.”
    “Oh.” She scrutinized the vacuum-sealed fish in her hands, her brain certainly rattling through the options. Ethan was the biggest eater in our house. If we lacked one mouth, the fish would probably be wasted. Eventually, Mom lifted her head with a contemplative look. “Maybe Lauren wants to—”
    “Nope, she doesn’t,” I cut her off and went back to my room. Even if Lauren did want to eat with us, I wouldn’t let her. Having a girl over for dinner, lunch, or even breakfast came too close to commitment. No way!
    My phone went off in my pocket as I settled on my bed with a car magazine. It was a message from said girl who would never eat in this house.
    You there?
    Lauren always texted me when she was outside. It was her way of ringing the doorbell.
    Last room down the corridor , I answered. Be naked when you enter. ;-)
    Very funny. Come to the door. Unless you don’t want to see me naked at all tonight?
    Ah, I couldn’t risk that. Getting off my bed, I jogged to the front door to let my sexy tutor in. She turned around and let me help her out of her purple leather jacket. Lauren knew her way around my house and was in my room before me, shouting out a hello to my mother on her way.
    I made a detour to the fridge and brought her a Dr. Pepper, her favorite. I popped the can open for her and put it on the desk before sitting down on the edge of my bed with a sly grin, totally ready to be tutored for an hour or two.
    Lauren sank into the chair across from me and started thumbing through the pages in my textbook. “Now, where did we stop last time?”
    Right at her black lacy underwear, but that was probably not what she wanted to hear. So instead of pushing her, which I knew she hated more than anything when I was with her, I was a good boy and conjugated the verbs she randomly tossed at me. I translated some of the text she told me—and I got all of it right—but when she wanted me to explain how to build the past perfect subjunctive of some crap, I just stared at her with a cocked head.
    At my silence, Lauren’s gaze lifted to me. “What?”
    What? Seriously? “If that was a test, I’d have gotten an A plus plus plus! So do you intend to take off your top any time soon, Parker, or are we going to study without any rewards at all today?”
    A very light blush highlighted her cheekbones as she lowered her chin for a moment and then batted her lashes at me. “Why don’t you come and do it yourself?”
    Yep, that was an invitation to my liking. A smirk of anticipation tugged on my lips as I got off my bed, ambled toward her, and pulled her to her feet by taking her slender hands in mine. This was the part of the evening when Enrique Iglesias actually came in handy. I started to sway Lauren gently to the low music and began unbuttoning the front of her shirt, all the time humming softly against the side of her neck.
    Her hair tickled my nose. Suppressing a sneeze, which was the epitome of unromantic, as I’d found out with my ex-girlfriend quite a while ago, I gathered her long strands with both hands and slid them to her back, out of the way.
    Lauren brought her hands up and started to unbutton my shirt, slowly sliding it down my shoulders and arms until it landed on the floor. Oh yes, we were definitely getting to the good part.
    When she hooked her fingers in my belt, working it open with the same slowness as she did the buttons, it was a foolproof sign that the actual