Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 83760 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 419(@200wpm)___ 335(@250wpm)___ 279(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83760 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 419(@200wpm)___ 335(@250wpm)___ 279(@300wpm)
Why? Why did this stupid guy talk to me? And why did I talk back? What was I thinking? I’m the good student in class. I listen, take notes… and I don’t chitchat.
Screw this, so the professor is rather distractingly gorgeous, and yes, I was a little late. But I’m still a person, and my tuition pays his salary… I plaster on what I’m hoping is a confident look, turning slightly so I can give him my undivided attention.
Blue fire stares back at me, and my pulse leaps to my throat. Holy shit, my pussy instantly throbs and is becoming wet. I shift uncomfortably.
He looks bored, kind of. I mean, his tone is, but his eyes… they go from me to the poor guy next to me, then back to me, and he speaks again.
“In this class, I will expect you to rethink things. Open your minds. You are the future. Fix our systems. Examples: production and consumption of food, air, energy…” I can’t look away. He’s mesmerizing as he leans against his desk, weaving a spell on us. Somehow, my fingers touch my keyboard, trying to keep up with his thoughts as they spill from his full lips.
Jesus, he’s not only beautiful, but he’s also brilliant. And for the first time in my life, I want something.
Him.
I want Dean Powers. I know it can’t happen… but what would it be like to have him want me back? Have that kind of intensity unleashed on me?
“Okay, that’s it for today.” I’m jolted out of my fantasy world and back to the reality of the classroom as everyone packs up.
“I’m Jordan.” The chitchat guy stands and smiles.
“I’m Alex.” I shove my laptop into my backpack as he waits to the side for me, students laughing and walking past.
“You need a hand?” He moves to help me sling my backpack onto my shoulder.
“Oh, thanks.” I smile.
“Office hours start at eight o’clock, or you can email me with any questions.” Dean Powers smiles as he picks up his phone from his desk.
“Alexandrea, a word please.” And my heart, which was already pounding, skips. Nodding, I walk toward him.
“You can go, Jordan,” he says, not even looking up from his phone.
Taking a few deep breaths, I try to calm myself. The last thing I need is to humiliate myself more than I already have.
When he looks up from his phone, the world stops, and I know two things. One: I need to drop this class because it’s not healthy to lust over a professor.
Two… does it really matter what two is?
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“Alexandrea, a word please,” I say absently and pick up my phone. Though I barely look at all the text messages, I need something to distract me.
Fuck, I haven’t had this type of attraction since middle school. The moment my classroom door opened and this latecomer, this Alexandrea, stepped in, her breasts pushed forward, nipples hard in her white T-shirt as she tried to catch her breath. Her big cat eyes so alert as she took her seat. But it wasn’t until I stood next to her, felt that electricity—as if she’d been sleepwalking up until now, and fate decided I should wake her up.
Back in the present, I acknowledge that a) it can’t happen and b) Christ, my cock is hard. I grit my teeth, knowing Jordan is going to wait for her.
I would.
“You can go, Jordan.” Refusing to look up at him, I hear him leave. I had him last year in my Engineering for Humanity class. He’s smart and enthusiastic, but he’s sniffing around someone who is out of his league. I set my phone down and cross my arms while I wait for her.
Jesus Christ, the closer she gets, the harder my cock becomes. She’s stunning, but that doesn’t matter to me. I love all women. This one, though…
“You wanted to see me?” Her voice rasps slightly.
My eyes peruse her face. “Yeah.” I turn and motion to my laptop. “What’s your major?” Her eyes widen, and I notice the gold circle around her deep green irises.
“I’m undecided.” She straightens her shoulders, and her long ponytail sways from side to side.
I nod as she nervously licks her puffy lips. Plump and perfect to suck on. At first, I thought she had shit injected into them. But no. Alexandrea, it seems, has good genes. Her skin is like peaches and cream, void of any cosmetics. My eyes drift down to her breasts, which strain against her T-shirt, rising and falling with her quick pants.
She feels it.
Her nipples harden as I lift my gaze, and we connect. This cannot happen. She needs to go. I’m not one for denying myself, so I need her out of my sphere, especially now, with everyone watching me.
“This is an engineering class for students who desire to become engineers. That’s not you, is it?” My voice is harsh, and her green eyes flash with shock.