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years. It seemed to piss him off that she wasn’t so easily swayed.
    “Hey there, how’s my favorite redhead?” he said, standing as she arrived. He tried to initiate a hug, but Chrissy stepped back out of reach.
    “I’m fine, Justin.”
    “No hug?”
    “Let’s try and focus on the work today, huh?”
    He whistled and sat next to her.
    “A little testy today, are we? You on your period or something?”
    Chrissy stared at him for a moment. She had thought guys with attitudes like this died out in the previous decade.
    “Classy, Justin, classy. I’m just busy and I’ve had a rough time lately. I don’t need shit from you. So do we get on with the work? If you don’t want to talk about the work, I have other things to do.”
    The last thing she wanted was to get into a conversation with him about her personal life.
    He studied her for a moment, then pulled a couple of textbooks from his bag and placed them in front of her.
    “I’m supposed to write a paper on these for next week.”
    Chrissy just looked at him. He was sitting, looking at her expectantly. Did he really think that this was enough?
    “Justin,” she said, with the world-weary tone of somebody explaining a basic concept to a simpleton, “I’m going to need to know a little more than that to help you. What’s the title of the paper? What’s it about?”
    He fished around in his bag again and pulled out a crumpled piece of paper.
    “Uhhh, let’s see…the title is: The Effect of the 2008 Economic Crash on Mineral Stock Prices.” He looked up at her. “Boring, isn’t it?”
    “It is if you aren’t the least bit interested in the subject. The point of writing a paper like that is supposed to be that you dig into the dynamics of the situation and learn the interesting things that happened. You have to find something interesting to you that you can focus on.”
    He leaned back and stretched.
    “Like I said, it’s boring. I can’t wait to be done with this shit.”
    “Why are you even in school?” she asked, then regretted asking. She didn’t want to know more about him.
    “Because I intend to run my Dad’s company one day. But the dumb fuck won’t give me a job until I graduate. Not that I need a stupid diploma to be the boss, but he won’t let me have anything to do with the business without one.” He grinned. “And that’s why you get paid—to help me get the degree, not to teach me anything. I don’t actually want to know this stuff.”
    Chrissy couldn’t have rolled her eyes harder if she’d tried, but she didn’t say anything. She’d come to understand that Justin thought he already knew everything he needed to, but she hadn’t realized how stupid he was. He didn’t want to talk about the schoolwork any more than he absolutely had to. He didn’t take it seriously at all. And the reason he’d picked her as his tutor was because he wanted to get in her pants, not because she was so good at explaining the material. She was fine with the idea a guy might pick her because he enjoyed the company of an attractive woman as a tutor, but this was too much.
    She took a breath, and opened the first textbook. It was huge, dull, and impenetrable.
    “Let’s get started on the paper.”
    Justin let out a groan of frustration, but eventually sat forward, realizing she expected him to at least pretend that he was listening to what she was saying.
    For the next two hours Chrissy tried to come to grips with a topic she knew next to nothing about, while Justin did his absolute best to contribute nothing of value. Eventually she managed to get the information into a workable outline.
    “This isn’t my specialty, but it’s not bad. All you need to do is take the notes I’ve made and write the damn thing.” With a final weary stroke of her pen, Chrissy slid the paper across the desk to him. “You can work from that. It shouldn’t take you too long—I’ve broken it down by paragraph, and included all the quotes you can use from