I’d always heard there was a thin line between loathing and desire.
And I discovered it was true when I’d first spotted hotshot baseball jock, Brooks Patterson III.
Standing at five foot, eight, Brooks was a freshman with spikey brown hair, bluish-green eyes, and a gorgeous, prettyboy face that got him all the pussy he wanted.
I worked as a security guard at Queen’s Landing University in the college town of the same name in southeastern Louisiana. I was in charge of security at the Baseball Hub at QLU, so I saw the boy all the time.