Page 4 of Hot for Teacher
What he did have, however, was the power to emit some world-class horny pheromones.
As a beta, pheromones were more muted to Chase than to an alpha or an omega, but he could still smell them. And he couldreallysmell these.
“Dude,” he warned.
“What?” Noah asked, still staring at his phone.
Maybe hewasa little oblivious. Sometimes.
“Are you—”Looking to fuck the next passing omega, Chase almost said, then coughed, wrinkling his nose. “Your pheromones, man.”
“Oh fuck.” In an instant, the rich, salty scent that had been screaming,Sex now, please!settled down into a more neutral aroma. “Sorry.”
“No worries.” Chase coughed again before he could help it. “I can barely smell it,” he lied. “Just thought you might not want to rock up to the lecture hall putting out sex signals for all to scent.”
Noah shoved his phone back into his pocket, clearly annoyed with himself. “What’swrongwith me?”
Chase shrugged. “You’ve got a crush.” He switched the brim of his cap backward, wanting the full force of the morning sun on his face. He was suddenly feeling pretty good. He may have been drifting a bit this year (or possibly ever since he’d quit lacrosse the year before), but at least he wasn’t dealing with unrequited love. Or lust, as it may be. “Happens to the best of us.”
“Doesn’t happen to you.”
Fully smug now, Chase just grinned, looking over his shoulder at Noah as they walked. “That’s because I’m—oof!”
He’d hit a wall. A brick wall. That was what it felt like, at least.
What itlookedlike, though, was that Professor Burke was standing in front of him, all tall and broad and imposing, and Chase had run straight into him like a complete asshole, knocking half the professor’s printed handouts onto the ground.
That was what it looked like.
Chase stood there, frozen. He should be apologizing already, shouldn’t he? Apologizingprofusely. But he was stuck in place.
He’d succeeded, more or less, in putting Burke out of his mind over the break. Mostly. Sort of.
Chasemighthave paid a little too close attention to certain rumors about a bar Burke frequented and its proximity to a certain kink club. He might have wondered about whythatbar next tothatspecific club. He might have thought a little bit about who Burke went home to—or home with.
But that was just … random speculation. An ear to the ground sort of thing. The guy was interesting. And … here. Right now. In front of Chase.
He looked fucking good, too, which was supremely unfair. Burke was wearing dark slacks and a tightly fitted button-down, the sleeves rolled up to show strong forearms, all tanned and olive-skinned. He kept his dark hair longer on top, and it fell forward in a way that was unexpectedly rakish for such a straitlaced professor.
Not that Chase usually went around calling people “rakish” on the daily, but he’d taken a class on Regency-era literature last semester, and some things had stuck.
So fuck it. Burke’s hair was … rakish.
And also he was staring at Chase.Glaring.
Luckily for Chase’s untimely paralysis, Noah stepped forwardjust then, leaning over to grab the lost papers. “Sorry, man. I’ll grab—”
Leather. Dark and rich, without even a hint of sweet cherry.
Noah stopped mid-motion, halfway bent over, frozen in place by the power of Professor Burke’s pheromones.
For some reason, that broke Chase’s own immobility. Burke’s pheromones were intense, but Chase didn’t have Noah’s reaction to them. He liked them. They smelled … good. Masculine and rich and kind of comforting in their intensity.
Sexy as fuck.
Chase pushed the unwelcome thought aside and knelt, grabbing the papers he’d knocked out of Burke’s hands. “Here you are, sir.”
A dark-blue gaze locked onto his, and Chase had a new appreciation for the termsteely-eyed. “There’s a good boy,” Burke murmured, so softly Chase almost missed it.
