About the Book by K. M. Neuhold: Spotlight
Title: Worth the Wait
Series: Sexy Nerd Boys
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Date published: October 6, 2015
I have issues. Like, serious, major issues. And, the last thing I want or need is a man in my life to make things more complicated. Unfortunately for me my roommates drop dead gorgeous brother seems hell bent on seducing me. And, what’s worse is that he’s kind of the perfect guy. Resisting him just might kill me.
I don’t do relationships. I prefer to keep things casual, and I’m always up front with women so that no one ever gets hurt. But, my sister’s new roommate…yeah I might have a small obsession. What the hell is a guy supposed to do though when he meets a woman who is not only beautiful but also feisty, fun, and way into nerd culture? I may be doomed.
**Recommended for readers 17+ due to mature themes
I’m in a half asleep stupor when the door flies open unceremoniously.
I almost piss myself as a man saunters into our apartment like he lives here. My heart is pounding in my chest. Is this another nightmare? It certainly doesn’t fit with my usual nightmares which tend to be memories. My muscles tense as I do a mental run-down of my kickboxing moves.
“Who the fuck are you?” I demand, springing off the couch, ready to put my skills to the test if he takes a single step towards me.
He stops in his tracks and looks at me for a few seconds. He certainly doesn’t look dangerous, if anything he looks sexy. Jesus Abby get a grip, Ted Bundy was sexy too.
“Oh god, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to freak you out, I heard the TV and thought that Lee might be up still,” He sounds truly apologetic.
As I take in his dark brown hair and blue eyes the pieces click.
“You’re Lee's brother?” I finally let out the breath I was holding and relax my stance.
He’s making no attempt to hide the fact that he’s checking me out as he gives me a slow once over before walking in. It’s then I realize that I’m not wearing a bra and it’s probably completely obvious because I’m high beaming right through my tank top. I clear my throat and try to act like I’m not about to die of embarrassment. I shift uncomfortably, putting as much inconspicuous space between us as possible.
“You must be her new roommate?”
“Yeah... yes. I’m Abby,” My face is burning with embarrassment.
“Sorry again, I shouldn’t have just busted in here like a lunatic,” He looks around awkwardly clearly trying not to leer at my chest again. “I don’t sleep well.”
“Neither do I,” I admit with a sheepish smile. “If you want to stay and hang out for a bit you can. Lee is asleep, but I’ll probably be up for a while.”
“Doctor Who,” He says nodding towards the television.
“Yeah, I’m a huge nerd.”
“Who's your favorite doctor?” He asks.
I relax a little, I’m fairly certain that question was established to signify one’s self as a fellow Whovian.
“I’m all about the fifth doctor,” He announces proudly.
We have a brief moment of eye contact before I look away.
He nods and settles down on the couch and without saying another word begins watching the episode I have on.
‘Holy Shit’ was literally my first thought when my eyes landed on her.
She is actually the definition of physical perfection. Her long auburn hair flows onto her shoulders framing her porcelain skin flawlessly. As my gaze landed on her tits. It was obvious she isn’t wearing a bra because her nipples were straining against her shirt. Hello massive erection. Jesus, I just kicked what’s-her-name out of my bed how can I be so turned on again just by the sight of her tits?
I felt like a jackass barging in and scaring the shit out of her like that but I had really wanted to see Lee. Sometimes I need to feel connected to someone and Lee's the only person I’m connected to. Everyone else comes in and out of my life, or my bed. But Lee is my little sister and my best friend.
And, it turns out Red’s a giant nerd, too. So, she gets personality points as well. Now she’s curled up on her end of the couch quietly watching Doctor Who while all I can do is stare at her like a total douchecanoe.
"So, you go to Colorado State too?” I manage lamely. That’s okay, this will open the door to further conversation. Even though all I want to do is tear that damn shirt off and bury my face between her glorious tits.
“Yup. Pre-med,” She answers my next question before I can even ask it.
“Wow, you’ve hit the trifecta.” I joke.
She turns a scathing gaze on me. Ouch, if looks could kill.
“Gorgeous, smart, and not afraid to nerd it up. That is the trifecta Red.” Her gaze turns even more deadly. I’m not sure what it says about me but I’m actually more turned on now that she’s glaring at me like that.
“First of all, if you ever call me ‘red’ again I will punch you in the balls. Second, I’m not interested so don’t waste any charm on me please.”
Damn, I’m not sure I’ve ever been so thoroughly and immediately rejected before. Not sure why I can’t stop smiling, maybe because it’s making her scowl even harder.
“I understand. No charm, got it,” I mock salute her.
She shakes her head at me.
“Where are you originally from?” I ask.
“Only about an hour from here.”
Her brief answers give the clear impression that she isn’t interested in conversation.
After a minute she sighs and looks over at me again.
“What’s your major?”
“Philosophy. I’m working on my masters right now, might go for the doctorate, we’ll see.” I answer reluctantly, this is when most people usually laugh.
“Cool.” She says with a nod.
“You aren’t going to ask what I’ll do with a doctorate in philosophy.” I challenge. That’s what people always want to know.
“Philosophize I assume.” She deadpans.
My whole body shakes with laughter. It’s the kind of laughter that the harder you try to stop laughing the more it actually makes you laugh. After a few seconds Abby starts laughing too. By the time I get ahold of myself we both have tears running down our cheeks from laughing so hard.
“I don’t know why that was so funny.” I admit after I catch my breath.
“I haven’t laughed like that in a really long time.” She admits. “I actually feel a little lighter, like laughing like that got something off my chest.” A sad look crosses her face and she looks away.
“Teach probably, and hopefully write books.” I say trying to bring her focus back from whatever is making her sad.
“That’s cool. I think it makes sense, we’re all looking for answers to the big questions and philosophy is a good avenue to do that. Why are we here? Is there a god? What happens when we die? All that good shit.”
We lapse back into silence. For some reason I’m dying to know more about Red, definitely not typical for me. I’ve always been a one night stand kind of guy. I typically don’t give a shit what a girls major is, or if she has any siblings, or what’s her favorite food. But, for some reason I really want to know.
“So…” I try to think of something else to say.
She turns her wrathful glare on me again. All I can think about is what her mouth would feel like on my cock right now.
“Look, it’s two in the morning, I don’t think we really need to learn all about each other’s deepest, darkest secrets and desires right now do we? I just want to sit here in silence and watch my damn show.”
I put my hands up to indicate surrender. I make a show of zipping my lips. Well, I guess she told me.
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I've been a Whovian for 3 years. The show sat in my Netflix watch list for years before I finally decided to watch it and I was hooked!
-Oatmeal raisin or chocolate chip?
Oatmeal raisin, although I've never been known to turn down any kind of cookie
-What are the chances of you including a platypire in your next book?
I'll certainly have to consider it now!
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It tends to change, for the past month or so I've been singing Titanium in the shower.
-Batman or Superman?
Batman all the way, much more interesting lore and villains.