Page 2 of Taken By Gemini

Tom ushers me inside and goes to shut the door with him on the outside. “Aren’t you coming in?” I splutter.

He raises his eyebrows at me, and I feel my face heat. That was too forward. But he walks towards me, which pushes me against the sink, and closes the door behind him.

This close, he smells like the ocean, but sweet. It must be his cologne, and it makes my mouth water.

He gives me a small smile and grabs the toilet roll, winding some on his hand. Then he glances down at my chest. “As much as I’d like to help...” he hands it to me.

“Thanks,” I say, and look down at my cleavage. Wow, there’s a lot. I blush and work quickly, wiping most of the moisture off before looking up at him.

His gaze meets mine, and he smirks again. He puts a hand on my cheek, winding his fingers in my hair.

There’s a knock on the door we both ignore.

He leans in. His lips are full and soft, and way too close. But instead of kissing me, he looks at me with those mischievousSean Connery eyes and whispers. “So, what do I need to know about Sofie? What are you into? What do you dream of?” His breath is hot on my lips.

My heart pounds and my skin tingles - especially between my legs. But I find my voice. “I’ve always dreamed of going to Europe, so I booked tickets to Paris for next week,” I say. Next week - after exams, and after tonight’s appointment.

“Ah, she’s an adventurer,” he says, his lips curling up into a smile I only had hints at earlier. “So, do I have to fly to Paris to get a date, Sofie?”

I smile, surprised and pleased. I’d thought Tom was only after a hookup tonight. But I could definitely spend more time looking into those dreamy eyes. “I think we could manage something local,” I say. I haven’t pulled back, and our lips are almost touching.

This could be it… my very first kiss.

Until the door is suddenly, rudely opened - by Professor Ariti, my sexy mythology professor.

Chapter two

The Professor

“Professor!” I stutter, and sobriety crashes into me like an icy wave when I realize I’m in a tiny bathroom with a very hot man.

“Hello there,” he says, and smiles. My heart immediately remembers my die-hard crush.

The Professor has the looks of a model straight off a Milan runway. Square jaw, soft brown eyes, a smattering of stubble, and well-tamed curls that frame his face perfectly and look irresistible with his tweed jacket and dress shirt academic chic. His full lips should be too large on his face, but somehow they’re extra sensual and exotic. I’ve lost track of what he’s said in class sometimes, watching those lips.

My gaze is still fixed on his lips when his smile turns into a frown. He looks at Tom and raises an eyebrow. “And hello, brother.”

“Chris,” Tom says coldly from behind me. I look between them. The resemblance is so obvious I could kick myself. Thejawline, the olive skin… Of course, the two sexiest men I’ve ever met in my life are brothers. Just my luck - I may have accidentally sabotaged my chances with both of them.

The Professor stares daggers at his brother. “We had a plan,” he says. I’ve never seen him look so annoyed.

“YOU had a plan,” Tom says, casually indifferent.

My head turns from one to the other of them, but before I can ask more, there’s a crash and a scream from downstairs. Then someone yells ‘Cops!’ and students rush around outside the bathroom, scattering to avoid the police.

“Inside,” Professor Ariti says urgently, and presses into the room. He turns off the light and we all hold our breath.

I’m trying to be quiet in the dark, pressed between two hot men, and not think about time slowly ticking towards midnight.

Professor Ariti is standing so close in front of me, I have to crane up to see his face as my eyes adjust to the darkness. I didn’t realize he was so tall. I could reach out and touch his hair from here.

This close, I can smell the cologne he wears. It’s like the salty sea smell of his brother, but fresher, like a sea breeze. And even in the dim light, I can appreciate the stubble along his square jaw, the line of his full lips.

He looks down at me and gives a small, reassuring smile that intensifies the tingling between my legs that started when Tom almost kissed me.

Tom is standing behind me, his warmth on my back and his breath stirring my hair. We’re all still, listening to the sounds outside, but my body feels like it’s standing in a storm.

I can’t remember the last time I took a full breath. My head is light, and my skin is hypersensitive, the spilled drink cooling it even in the still air.

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