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“Emma, he’s hot. You should totally go make a move.”
Make a move. I want to, he is really hot and he sucks at pool so I could probably beat him, but I just can’t. It’s ridiculous, ludicrous, laughable really, but my mind can’t comprehend that there’s another guy. In my mind all I see is Professor Grayson. Talk about your mind being a mystery.
I should be able to figure it out, it’s my major, but I can’t. I don’t know why all my thoughts are about him. Why I can’t get off my ass and go flirt with another guy. It’s not lust and it sure as hell isn’t love. It’s like he has this hold on me, a hold he doesn’t even know about. It tightens around me and makes it impossible to even think of another guy.
Snapping my head to Aubrey when she clears I throat, I realize I haven’t answered her yet. “He’s definitely more your type, go make your move.”
Thankfully, she doesn’t even question me, she just gets up and makes her move. Which ended up being the best thing that could happen because we spent the night drinking, laughing, and playing pool with some great people. It’s exactly what I need to get my mind off professor fuck me hard.
Chapter 10
Drake
The soundof hammers and screw guns have me jolting up in bed. Grabbing my phone, I see it’s just seven in the morning. Scrubbing my face, I let out groan. It’s Saturday for fuck’s sake, they should give me until at least nine.
Just as I’m about to call Liam, his number crosses my phone. “Are you kidding with this shit?”
“Morning sunshine, glad to hear you’re up.” He laughs.
“Seriously, why the fuck are they here so early on a Saturday?” I’ve never been a morning person, even at thirty-two.
“It’s what they get paid for Drake, calm your dick. Listen, I’m gonna be there in a half hour and we are going to rip apart the kitchen. So go make your coffee now, or you are really going to be hating life.”
“I hate you,” I say and hang up to the sound of him laughing.
After I get dressed, I slowly weave between all the construction that’s being done in the house. It’s annoying as hell living in this mess, but I have to keep reminding myself it will be worth it. When I get to the kitchen, I make a pot of coffee and hope that Liam and his guys bring their own because I’m gonna need all of this.
I didn’t sleep for shit last night because everytime I closed my eyes, I would see Emma. Ever since she walked out of my class yesterday, I have done nothing but think about her. Think about her in ways no professor should think of a student. But fuck, I can’t help it. There’s just something about her that fascinates me. Her sexy body and beautiful face are definitely part of it, but there’s something else. Something that pulls me to her, like a magnet to metal. It’s strong and getting harder to resist.
The front door opening brings me back to the here and now. I quickly pour myself a cup of coffee and wait for Liam.
“Hey bro,” he says, dropping his tool bag on the floor.
“Hey,” I mumble.
“I hope you’re ready for this and by ready I mean I hope to fuck you cleared out all the cabinets.”
Reaching over, I pull open the closest one. “Everything is gone but my coffee pot and this cup.”
“Awesome. You gonna stick around and help?” he asks with a bit of hope in his voice.
“I need more coffee before I can even comprehend what the hell you just said.”
He laughs and unplugs my coffee pot. “Go plug it in somewhere else.”
“Asshole,” I grumble and take it into the living.
It’s no better in there with piles of wood, sheetrock, and flooring samples. I find an outlet and plug in my coffee pot, sitting it on a chair. Pushing a tarp off the couch, I sit down. Not exactly how I wanted to start my Saturday.
* * *
Standingin the doorway to the kitchen, it’s hard to believe. Everything is out, it’s completely empty. The floor is ripped up, leaving only plywood and the only sign of where the cabinets and counters were is the plumbing sticking out for the sink. I’ll give Liam and his guys credit, they didn’t stop until it was finished. I helped where I could, swinging the sledgehammer and ripping out cabinets. Which worked good for taking out some of my pent up energy.
“Not regretting this are you?” Liam asks, coming to stand by me.
I shake my head and glance over at him. “Hell no. This was a long time coming.”
“Yeah it was. I ordered the cabinets and granite countertops, they should be here sometime this week. So Monday we’ll get the flooring down,” he explains. “Also we need to talk about the outside.”
