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Jackson watched her sleep, her chest rising and falling and her lips slightly parted. She looked so small and lonely in his large bed and he was extremely tempted to take her up on her offer for tutorship. He would have if he was the Jackson of his past who wouldn’t care about what was being offered to him except the fact that he had to take it.

That Jackson had been a complete asshole and an incurable playboy and he wouldn’t say that he wasn’t still the same person; he was just calmer and saner and knew when to back the hell off and that was the case with the woman sleeping in his bed right now

He knew he had to back the hell away from her

He had no need for the kind of baggage and problems she was definitely oozing but he could not stop the fatal attraction he had for her; one that even as he watched her sleep was overwhelming.

It was her hair; he definitely had a weakness for red hair and with the way it was spread out on the white bed.

“Damn” He muttered, discarding the s