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They all start leaving, all but Emma. I need to remind my dick she’s not here for that when she walks up to my desk.
“Are there anymore articles like this? It’s fascinating,” she says, tucking her long brown hair behind her ear.
I grin and stand up, moving to lean on my desk next to her. “I’m glad you think so. I wrote that,” I say.
“You wrote this? Seriously?”
I chuckle and nod my head. “Yep, seriously. It was my first year teaching, I was on the east coast then. I had a lot to prove and thought this might do it. It was published in a local magazine.”
“Holy shit,” she whispers. Snapping her head to mine, she blushes lightly. “Sorry.”
“I’ve heard worse,” I say with a wink.
She clears her throat and looks down at the paper. “Why did you write this?” she questions, before lifting her eyes to mine.
Pushing off my desk, I grab my briefcase and start putting the papers away. “That, Miss Bower, isn’t something we need to discuss.”
“I apologize. I shouldn’t have asked.”
Placing my hands flat on my desk, I lean slightly toward her. “Don’t apologize. Curious minds are the ones that succeed, remember that Miss Bower.”
“I like that.”
Grinning, I pick up my briefcase. “Good. Before you leave, I wanted to thank you for talking to Professor Erickson. I’m not sure why you did it though if I’m being honest.”
She shrugs her delicate shoulders and the slightest smile hits her plump lips. “I wanted to.” It’s all she says, until. “Am I dismissed?”
Fuck. I search her playful eyes and give in to the grin that takes over my face. I want to say no, I want to tell her she needs to lock the door, but I know better.
“For now,” I say.
“For now, huh?” she asks, walking away. Stopping just before the door, she peeks back at me. “You’ll let me know when I need to stay right, Professor?”
“Believe me Miss Bower, you’ll know.”
She walks out of the class and I can’t help but watch her tight ass. Fuck. She might just be worth the risk.
Chapter 9
Emma
My heart is pounding.My hands are shaking. My mouth has gone completely dry. What the hell just happened?
I had no intention of flirting with him when I walked up to his desk. I truly was intrigued by the article and when he told me he wrote it, well it did something to me. It made me realize that this man has been through something, something tragic. Somehow it made me more attracted to him.
The article I read, the one he wrote, was about how the mind works when faced with tragedy. He explained, in great detail, how the mind reacts and recovers. It was fascinating and heartbreaking. You can actually feel that he was full of pain when those words were written. The word usage and tone made it so clear. Reading it I had no idea he wrote it, but I thought whoever did was a sad person. Professor Grayson definitely doesn’t come off as a sad person, so his brain did exactly what he talked about, recovered.
When I looked at him it was as if I saw him for the first time. He wasn’t this intimidating professor or the professor that was fucking all the girls. No, he was just a guy. A hot as hell, too good to be real, guy. I just took the opportunity and went with it. I flirted with him like I would any other guy and shockingly he didn’t flirt right back.
It was fun and it turned me on. But now that I’m out of there, it’s like this bubble popped and I can’t believe I did it. I’m a cock tease.
When I get to the dorm, I walk in on Bexley and Chase kissing in the kitchen. He’s still the football prick, but now I feel bad for him. He has no idea Bexley is whoring it up with the professors. I hate that I know about it.
“Don’t mind me,” I say, walking past them.
He laughs, but she grabs his hand and pulls him down the hallway to her room. She really thinks I’m going to say something.
“Hey, how was study group?” Aubrey asks, coming out of her room.
