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I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. His smell was overpowering my senses, and I could feel my lower half clench.
I needed to get control of myself. “We broke up,” I confessed as I gazed into his eyes. It was a bad move on my part. I knew his eyes were beautiful, but since I was so close they looked like the ocean on a bright sunny afternoon. I wanted to dive in and get lost for days.
“Ms. Blake, would you rather I not be your professor?”
“W…what?” I asked, shaking myself out of my fantasy. “No, I have to take this class.”
“And you will. But I’m giving you the option to transfer to another professor. I can make that happen for you if it would make you feel more comfortable.” I looked at him confused. Did I want to have a different professor? He leaned down to my ear, bracing himself with the bookshelf, and rubbed his lips against my ear lobe. “This is going to happen, princess. I knew it from the moment I saw you.” He pulled back and looked into my eyes. “You’re so beautiful.”
He was so close to me I could feel the warmth coming off his body. It mixed with the heat from my arousal, causing me to sweat. I could feel a bead of it slide down my cleavage. He was so intense I didn’t know how to handle it. The thought of telling him to go to Hell had crossed my mind, but the words never left my lips. He was so confident I would say yes and yet, I didn’t want to say no.
“Wednesday after classes. Let me take you to dinner.”
I frowned. “Wouldn’t that get you into trouble if someone saw us out together?” The words I shouldn’t have been saying were leaving my lips. I should have automatically told him no.
He smirked at me. “I promise you nobody from the class would be there.”
“Have you had to deal with this sort of thing before? Do you often meet with your students… after hours?”
I looked into his eyes and a grin formed on his lips.
“You, Ms. Blake, would be my first. I can assure you I do not make it a habit to pursue any of my students.”
I narrowed my eyes at him as I thought over his words. Did I want to take that chance? I’d just wasted three years of my life on a man who didn’t give a shit. What was wrong with wanting to feel wanted? This man wants me. But then again, this is my career he could be messing with. What if we did get caught? How much trouble would I be in? I could lose my scholarship.
He tilted my face up to look at him. “You’re thinking too much. You have nothing to worry about,” he reassured me. “Think about it, and we’ll talk more on Wednesday.”
He pulled back from me and it wasn’t until then that I finally felt like I could breathe. It wasn’t that he was suffocating; it was that his presence swallowed me whole. He was so intense and domineering, and I’d be lying if I said it wasn’t a turn-on. It was such a damn turn-on, and my wet panties were proof.
When he took a seat at his desk, I quickly made my way to the door, opened it, and then walked out. I couldn’t believe what’d just happened. Did he just proposition me? I didn’t know what to think of any of it. It was all so crazy.
One thing was for sure, though. It might only be ten o’clock in the morning, but I was ready for a drink.
Chapter 8
Mason
What the fuck was I doing?
Dinner? I’m losing my fucking mind.
I’d just sat down in the chair in my home office when my phone rang. I looked at the name lighting up the screen and debated on whether or not to answer, but I knew he’d continue to call until I picked up.
“Yeah,” I said, taking the call. I never called him Dad. He’d lost that privilege a long time ago.
I should have let it go to voicemail, but I knew he would have continued to call until I picked up.
“Mason, I have tickets at the office for the charity event next Friday. Come get them by this Thursday,” he said in a tone that demanded his orders to be followed.
I sighed and rubbed at my eyes, shaking my head. I
I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. His smell was overpowering my senses, and I could feel my lower half clench.
I needed to get control of myself. “We broke up,” I confessed as I gazed into his eyes. It was a bad move on my part. I knew his eyes were beautiful, but since I was so close they looked like the ocean on a bright sunny afternoon. I wanted to dive in and get lost for days.
“Ms. Blake, would you rather I not be your professor?”
“W…what?” I asked, shaking myself out of my fantasy. “No, I have to take this class.”
“And you will. But I’m giving you the option to transfer to another professor. I can make that happen for you if it would make you feel more comfortable.” I looked at him confused. Did I want to have a different professor? He leaned down to my ear, bracing himself with the bookshelf, and rubbed his lips against my ear lobe. “This is going to happen, princess. I knew it from the moment I saw you.” He pulled back and looked into my eyes. “You’re so beautiful.”
He was so close to me I could feel the warmth coming off his body. It mixed with the heat from my arousal, causing me to sweat. I could feel a bead of it slide down my cleavage. He was so intense I didn’t know how to handle it. The thought of telling him to go to Hell had crossed my mind, but the words never left my lips. He was so confident I would say yes and yet, I didn’t want to say no.
“Wednesday after classes. Let me take you to dinner.”
I frowned. “Wouldn’t that get you into trouble if someone saw us out together?” The words I shouldn’t have been saying were leaving my lips. I should have automatically told him no.
He smirked at me. “I promise you nobody from the class would be there.”
“Have you had to deal with this sort of thing before? Do you often meet with your students… after hours?”
I looked into his eyes and a grin formed on his lips.
“You, Ms. Blake, would be my first. I can assure you I do not make it a habit to pursue any of my students.”
I narrowed my eyes at him as I thought over his words. Did I want to take that chance? I’d just wasted three years of my life on a man who didn’t give a shit. What was wrong with wanting to feel wanted? This man wants me. But then again, this is my career he could be messing with. What if we did get caught? How much trouble would I be in? I could lose my scholarship.
He tilted my face up to look at him. “You’re thinking too much. You have nothing to worry about,” he reassured me. “Think about it, and we’ll talk more on Wednesday.”
He pulled back from me and it wasn’t until then that I finally felt like I could breathe. It wasn’t that he was suffocating; it was that his presence swallowed me whole. He was so intense and domineering, and I’d be lying if I said it wasn’t a turn-on. It was such a damn turn-on, and my wet panties were proof.
When he took a seat at his desk, I quickly made my way to the door, opened it, and then walked out. I couldn’t believe what’d just happened. Did he just proposition me? I didn’t know what to think of any of it. It was all so crazy.
One thing was for sure, though. It might only be ten o’clock in the morning, but I was ready for a drink.
Chapter 8
Mason
What the fuck was I doing?
Dinner? I’m losing my fucking mind.
I’d just sat down in the chair in my home office when my phone rang. I looked at the name lighting up the screen and debated on whether or not to answer, but I knew he’d continue to call until I picked up.
“Yeah,” I said, taking the call. I never called him Dad. He’d lost that privilege a long time ago.
I should have let it go to voicemail, but I knew he would have continued to call until I picked up.
“Mason, I have tickets at the office for the charity event next Friday. Come get them by this Thursday,” he said in a tone that demanded his orders to be followed.
I sighed and rubbed at my eyes, shaking my head. I
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