Secret Tutor: A Football Romance Story

by Amber Heart

  “Good evening, sir. How are you tonight?” Eric unbuckled his seat belt and got out, leaving Rosalie to hurry up and follow his lead. The man got in, and drove the car away. Wow, valet. That was the first time she’d even seen an event that required one, much less been to one. Eric was standing in front of her, looking just like the prince in her dream, holding out a hand to her, and giving her a little half bow. She put her hand in his and felt his warm strength. It made her straighten her shoulders and raise her chin. She could handle this. It didn’t matter that she wasn’t what his mother wanted for him. It didn’t even matter if he really wanted her or not. He had invited her to this, and that meant, for tonight at least, that they were together, and they were going to have a good time. As soon as she turned towards the house, the music and sweet perfume of flowers and rich food met her nose. Garlands of fresh cut flowers were stretched along the hallway, a plush rug led the way to another room that was so brightly lit, that Rosalie went blind for a few seconds after the darkness of the night outside.

  When her eyes finally adjusted, she thought she was in a movie or a book. The room was as large as the one used for the Great Hall in Harry Potter, and it was almost as beautiful as it had been for the Yule Ball. There was a string quartet on a raised platform in one corner, banquet tables covered in white silk lining the walls, and a large chandelier hung in the middle of the room. Rosalie made a mental note not to get under it at all tonight, because it was so large that she was afraid the ceiling wouldn’t hold it. There were about a dozen girls in beautiful white dresses, all looking like they were no more than sixteen. The rest of the guests were dressed as if they were at a wedding or a more glamorous version of a prom. She was glad that Eric had given her this dress with the accessories, because nothing she owned would even be remotely close to acceptable. He was still leading her, her hand in the crook of his elbow, and with him by her side, she felt like she could face everything in front of her tonight. Even, gulp, his mom…who was on her way over.

  Chapter 11

  “Eric! Darling! I didn’t know you were coming. Thank you for at least getting yourself cleaned up a little.” Her voice had some bitterness in it when she commented on his attire, but then she saw Rosalie and hitched a smile on her face. “Well, hello! And who is this charming young lady?” Her eyes swung over to Eric, waiting for an introduction. He stretched the silence out a little more before giving his mother more of a grimace of pain than a smile, and held a hand up to her like Vanna White did when she was flipping letters. Rosalie bit her lip to keep from laughing. It was like he was showing her off as some sort of a prize.

  “This is Rosalie. She’s a premed student, and she goes to school with me.” His mother looked at her like she was a horse being bought, and Rosalie decided that if the woman dared to come over and open her mouth to look at her teeth, she would bite her. Childish, yes, but there it was.

  “And what ties to society do you have?” Both of them were silent for a moment, then she realized that Eric was leaving it up to her to say whatever she wanted. Smiling at her as sweetly as she could, she answered her.

  “None at all. I can’t even afford a laptop.” The look on his mother’s face could have curdled milk. She turned to her son and jerked her head, indicating that he should follow her. He apologized and let go of Rosalie’s arm so he could talk to her. She didn’t quite know what to do now that she was alone. She didn’t know anyone else, and she couldn’t even try to congratulate his sister, because she didn’t know which one she was, and there were a dozen girls in white dresses, making it more difficult to narrow down. Rosalie sighed and went to stand against the wall. This wasn’t quite what she had in mind, but then again, she was here, so she was going to enjoy herself. She would have much rather been with Eric, even if she had no idea what the blossoming thoughts and feelings in her mind meant yet, but she would have enjoyed figuring them out together. Her gaze swept the room, and she watched as some couples were waltzing around the dance floor. She loved the music, and it had something to it that tore her soul apart and put it back together. Her eyes closed of their own accord, and she swayed a little against the wall. Then she took a step away from it and swayed freely. She had no idea how to waltz, but she’d always loved watching Dancing with the Stars, and she’d been jealous of the way those women could move and look like they were floating through the air. Something grabbed her hand, and her eyes flew open to see Eric’s smiling face.

  “Care to dance? It looks like you were doing alright by yourself, now let’s see what you can do with a partner.” Rosalie froze. Eric was back, and the devilishly handsome smile that he was giving her was melting her knees.

  “I, um, I have no idea how to dance like that. I just love the way that the music makes me feel.” He waved away her excuses, grabbing her hand and dragging her out onto the dance floor. Rosalie bit her lip, trying to think of a way out of looking completely and utterly stupid when he tried to dance with her and she proved that she couldn’t look graceful at all.

  “It’s alright. Ballroom dancing was something that I had to add to my repertoire, and I’m sure that I could get you to stumble along with me.” He was being so sweet. She smiled at him. Ok, she could give it a shot. She nodded, and he took her hands. Taking a shaky breath, she smiled at him. Eric’s eyes locked on hers, and she felt like there was an intensity there that she’d never seen before. It touched her down to her very soul. His hands took hers, lifting them up almost to chin level. “Alright, this is your frame. I want your arms to be rigid. If they’re limp then it won’t look nice.” He tightened the muscles in his arms, and she couldn’t help but notice that it also pulled the ones in his chest tight. She quickly snapped her eyes up to his, copying what he’d done so her arms were in a tight frame. “Now keep your elbows up, about chin high, and your head back a little.” She did as she was told, wondering if this was what it was like for the celebrities on her favorite show. Granted, she thought that her instructor was a lot more attractive than most of the professional ones, though. “Try to follow my lead. I’m going to go slow at first until you get the steps right, then we’ll speed it up to match the music.” She nodded, looking down at his feet.

  “I promise I’ll do my best.” He grinned impishly at her. His feet started to move, and she clumsily tried to copy him.

  “Nice and slow. One, two, three. One, two, three.” She was starting to get the steps down, and she felt pretty proud of herself. “Ok, now we’re going to pick it up a little.” Fear sparked in her, and she looked up at him. He just smiled and started to pick up the pace a little. She followed, and before she knew it, they were sweeping along the floor like she’d always known how to do it.

  “Wow! I’m dancing! I never thought that would happen.” Rosalie laughed, and it colored her cheeks a little, and gave a sparkle to her eyes. Eric saw it and it took his breath away for a second or two. When he recovered, he had to change the subject, or he’d be getting tongue tied again.

  “We’re going to try a spin now, ok?” Panic flooded her face, but he laughed it off. Just remember the steps, and I’ll do the rest.” She was nervous, but she trusted him. He’d done nothing but tell the truth so far, so he warranted it. He did the steps, then pulled her under one arm and twisted her around. She stumbled a little, but she kept doing her steps, and to be honest, Rosalie was surprised that she wound up back in his arms where she’d started. He’d been right. His smile was so warm and genuine, that it melted a little spot in her chest. She didn’t want to think that it was her heart, because she barely knew him, and she wasn’t sure if she wanted to get that attached to him if he was just going to dump her after tonight. Not that they were even going out, though, so how could he dump her? These thoughts chased each other around in her head, but she had to forcibly shove the thoughts away. They were unpleasant to her, and she wanted to enjoy the night with him. Hours passed, and she started to yawn. “Are you getting tired?” Was that disappointment in his voice? Was it relief? Did
he want to get rid of her already? “I wouldn’t blame you, it is after midnight.” She froze.

  “After midnight?!? Oh my god I have class in a few hours!” He frowned. Eric didn’t want the night to be over with yet, but he wasn’t going to try to pull her away from her studies. The degree that she was going for was her choice, and he wasn’t going to stand in the way of her dream. Besides, this was just a dance. It didn’t really mean anything, right? She was just a distraction to keep himself entertained. And, of course she believed him now. It felt good to have a confidant. Originally, he’d never wanted to tell anyone the truth, but right now, it felt like a huge weight had been taken off his shoulders, and he liked it.

  “I should get you back home, huh?” She looked up at him, sadness and regret in her eyes. He could tell that what she should do was warring with what she wanted to do, and he couldn’t blame her. He had class tomorrow, too, but he didn’t care. He would rather spend the next six hours dancing with her than sleeping.

  “I’m sorry, but yes. I need to get a little bit of sleep at least before I go to class.” He knew better than to push, so he took her hand and led her off the dance floor. The room was almost completely empty at this point, and she knew that some of these couples would stay up for hours yet, enjoying the ethereal surroundings and the pleasant company of their partners. She wished that she could join them. Eric led her back out the front doors, where the valet was still standing, and nodded for his car to be brought around. They stood in silence until the man drove up, and then he opened the door to let her in before heading over to the driver’s side. The whole ride home was silent, and Rosalie kept wishing that he would say something about the night. Something. Anything. Just to give her a hint as to what was going through his mind, and what exactly they might be to each other. Was this a date? Had it just been to prove a point? She didn’t want to push the issue, but she was dying to know what exactly was going on between them. Instead of bringing her to the library, he took her straight to the dorm. This time, he didn’t get out to get the door for her, and Rosalie’s heart sank. The evening was over, and with it the image of the prince that she’d liked so much.

  “I’ll, um, bring the dress and everything back to you in class.” She was about to slam the door, when he finally spoke.

  “No, it’s fine. You can keep them.” She waited for him to say something else, but when the silence stretched on, she finally closed the door and started for the dorm. She wanted to look back, just to see his handsome face in the guise of the prince one last time, but she knew better. She wasn’t going to try to force anything between them. She kept her back firmly to him until she got into the building with the door firmly shut behind her. That’s when her shoulders slumped, and tears started in her eyes. Her vision was blurry when she took off the dress and slid into bed, but it didn’t take long for her to fall asleep.

  Eric, meanwhile, was watching her go. He felt like a colossal ass, but he didn’t know what to do about it. She’d done something tonight that made him want to spend more time with her, and it was her pure joy and innocence that caught him. She wasn’t one of those girls that he could bribe to get what he wanted, or one that threw herself at him in the hopes of getting some kind of monetary reward out of it. This was a girl that he could really be honest with, one that could handle his mother, and yet still be herself without being catty or petty. It intrigued him, and that made him want to get to know her better. He wasn’t so great with words, however, because he’d never had to try before, and that was why he hadn’t said a word the whole ride home. He hadn’t known what to say. Watching her walk away in the moonlight tugged at something in his chest that he never thought he’d feel. He shook his head. He couldn’t drive home with visions dancing in front of his eyes.

  Chapter 12

  The next time they had class together, Eric came in with a large package under his arm. Rosalie’s curiosity was piqued, but she decided not to ask about it. He put it down in front of her seat, grinning wildly. The grin was infectious, and she couldn’t help but return it.

  “What’s this?” she asked him playfully. He crossed his arms over his chest and shrugged, like it was all news to him. She narrowed her eyes at him, but he ignored her, sitting down in his seat, and acting for all the world like he was paying attention to the class. She looked from the box to him, catching him watching her out of the corner of his eye. She finally grabbed the package and started to open it. The look on his face was blank and impassive, making it hard for her to get any clue from him. When she got the wrapping paper off, she realized that she was staring at a new computer. Her mouth dropped open. She looked from it to him, shocked beyond belief.

  “Do you like it?” She couldn’t get a word out in her surprise, but she nodded. His face lit up and he put his hands behind his head, leaning back in his seat nonchalantly. She didn’t know what came over her, but she threw her arms around him and hugged him, almost knocking him out of the chair. It rocked forward, putting him in the best position to hug her back. It felt warm and safe, and she didn’t want to let go. People were starting to stare at them, though, so she pulled away from him, her face burning in embarrassment.

  “Wow. Thank you so much! I don’t know how I’ll ever repay you for this.” Her hands trembled a little as she let them run over the box.

  “Well, let’s just say you can be my tutor and study with me, and we’ll call it even. Deal?” She stared at him. That’s all he wanted in return for this laptop? It was a high end computer, and she was sure that it cost him at least a couple grand, but that was all he was asking in return?

  “Deal!” A tear slid down her cheek as she looked at the box, just taking it all in, and he reached over to wipe it away. She turned her head up towards him, making their faces very close. His eyes bored into hers, almost like he could look deep down into her soul. Her cheeks grew hot, and she wondered if he would kiss her. His eyes traveled down to her lips, and then his face came closer. She took a deep breath, and as his lips touched hers, she closed her eyes, giving herself up to the moment. His need communicated itself to her, and she leaned in more, feeling herself caught up in the moment. The professor came to stand in front of them, clearing his throat loudly. Rosalie sprang away from Eric, almost upending her chair, all too aware of the entire class laughing at them. She pushed Eric and his self-absorbed grin from her mind as she focused on the class, but the feel of his velvety lips kept making her sneak peeks at him. He didn’t care about the class, he just sat there, staring around, watching everyone else. When the class was dismissed, he caught her hand.

  “So tonight ok? I think it might be good to get all your notes into your new computer.” Rosalie punched him playfully.

  “Tonight is fine. My last class is over at three, then I’ll be home.” The smile he gave her was genuine, and she couldn’t help but feel butterflies in her stomach. Was this a date? A real date?

  “Great. I’ll meet you at your dorm at three thirty.” The class was dismissed, and she floated out of there like she was full of air. The smile never left her face, and when her other class was over at three, she practically ran back to the dorm. When she opened the door to their room, she stopped dead. Blaze was sitting on the couch with Eric, and she couldn’t have been closer to him unless she was sitting in his lap. A low growl started in Rosalie’s throat. To be fair, though, Eric was doing his best to keep her at bay, even though she was making it difficult. Steeling herself for any fallout, she decided that she needed to put her mousy tendencies to rest. Rosalie hitched a smile across her face and sauntered towards Eric. Vanessa came out of the kitchen, and both her and Blaze’s eyes were on Rosalie. Once Eric realized that he wasn’t the sole object of Blaze’s attention, he followed her line of sight to see Rosalie come stalking her way across the room. Her eyes were locked on his and there was such an intensity in them that his heart skipped a beat. It was easy to believe that only the two of them were the only ones in the room. Rosalie put her hands to either s
ide of his face, leaned in, and kissed him. It wasn’t just a soft and sweet kiss, it had some power to it, and Eric’s hands came up to pull her into his lap. Rosalie lost herself in the kiss, but she was very aware of the open mouthed incredulity that was radiating from Vanessa and the daggers that were coming from Blaze. She didn’t care. She was old enough now, and if she wanted something, she wasn’t just going to sit back and let it walk by, she was going to take it. When she finally backed off, her cheeks were pink. Her eyes met Vanessa’s, and her friend winked at her in approval. She pointedly ignored Blaze.

  “Are you ready to study?” She put an emphasis on study so it sounded like studying would be the last thing they were doing, and she felt a little satisfaction when Blaze got up and stormed out of the door. Eric nodded and followed her into her bedroom.

  “I can’t believe that you got rid of her. I’ve been trying to do that for weeks.” Rosalie was still a little shocked that she had done what she did, but she felt a little bit of fierce pride in it, too. She was staking her claim on Eric now, and Blaze could get lost.

  “Well, I can’t promise that she’ll leave you alone, but I’ll do my best to keep you safe.” He laughed and headed over to the computer that she’d put on her bed. He started to open the box and read the owner’s manual to make sure he set it up properly. She watched him, feeling a warm glow in her chest area. The two of them got the computer up and running, and he dictated to her as she typed her notes out. They weren’t doing anything special, just spending time together, and she felt like she was on cloud nine. He wasn’t trying to get handsy with her, wasn’t trying to get into her pants, and was being an all around gentleman. It was a shock to her, because she hadn’t thought he had it in him when she’d first met him. The bad boy persona had been a huge turn off, because it was a life that she didn’t want. But now…