“Hey, I’m Aubrey. Are you Luka?” I asked before he turned and I lost my breath when I recognized those green eyes. It was elevator guy.

Holy hell. This was my math tutor? A drop-dead-gorgeous, Russian hockey god? Karma really was a bitch if she was dropping Luka in my lap when I was trying to avoid guys.

His eyes flared with heat for a moment before he answered. “Yeah. Professor Davidson said you needed a tutor for his stats class?”

I nodded my head to agree as I seemed to be at a loss for words. I took a deep breath to steady my nerves and regretted it immediately when I caught a whiff of his masculine scent and remembered the effect it had had on me last time.

I cleared my throat before responding. “Yes, I could use some help in his class.”

“Why don’t you have a seat?” he suggested as he pulled out a chair for me. “I usually like to start with a review of what you’ve learned so far if that’s okay with you, and then we can move on from there and cover anything that’s causing you any problems.”

He looked at me oddly, and I realized that he was expecting me to agree.

“Yeah, that sounds like a really good plan.” I pulled out my book, notebooks, and quizzes, and we dug right in.

“Your quizzes don’t look that bad. What made you ask for a tutor?” he asked after we reviewed the basics.

“I decided at the end of last year that I wanted to work in banking, so I need to make sure I have a solid foundation before I graduate. It isn’t just about the grade for me anymore. I need to really understand this stuff so I’ll be prepared. Besides which, getting C’s might not be that bad, but they certainly couldn’t be described as good either.” He seemed to like my response based on the smile he flashed me. And damn, but that smile sure made him even hotter to look at if the sudden dampness in my panties was any indication. I could feel the flush rising against my skin as I smiled back at him before looking back down at my book. He put to doubt any concerns I had about my ability to desire a guy again. There was just something about him that really got to me.

“That’s as good a reason as I’ve ever heard. I hope you’re okay with my crazy schedule?” he asked.

“Yeah. Professor Davidson explained that you’re in the middle of hockey season so you might only be available once a week until the season ends,” I replied.

“I could probably do more than that,” he offered. “I mean, if you’re willing to meet up at odd times.”

The thought of getting more time with Luka, even if it was just to study math, made my heart beat even faster.

So that was the start of my sessions of math torture with Luka. Only it wasn’t torture because he was a horrible tutor like the others before him. He was an amazing tutor because he was able to explain things in simple terms so I understood them. Once I began to fully understand the concepts, I started doing very well on problems and in the class. No, it was torture because he drove my hormones absolutely bonkers. Our fingers only had to brush each other’s and I’d get goose bumps.

I began to dream about him just about every night. Hot, sweaty dreams that made me wake up incredibly aroused. He was driving me crazy. I wasn’t stupid. I could tell when a guy was attracted to me, so I knew that this feeling was mutual, but he hadn’t made a single move on me yet.

We’d met up for nine tutoring sessions in three weeks already. I just couldn’t figure out the mixed signals I was getting from Luka. His eyes always lit up when he saw me. He pulled out my chair for me, helped me with my jacket. He certainly acted like a guy who was interested. Plus, he was making time to give me extra help even with his busy schedule. It was paying off, too. I’d aced the last quiz and was thrilled that the class was becoming pretty easy to me. I still needed help with some of the statistical models we were working, and I had a project I needed to start that Luka had said he’d help me with.

And to top it all off, he hadn’t asked me about paying him yet. Which was kind of weird since it had been a few weeks already. Maybe he liked to get paid once a month or something. Who knew? I guessed I would just have to ask him this evening to see what was up with that. But for now, I needed to get a move on it if I was going to meet up with Lexi for lunch. Drake was busy and she was hoping we could squeeze in a little girl time this afternoon. Time with my best friend sounded like just what I needed to help me wrap my head around what was going on with Luka. I hoped she’d have some advice for me. How weird was that? The tables had turned and now I was going to ask my best friend for advice about a guy instead of the other way around.