Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 70489 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 352(@200wpm)___ 282(@250wpm)___ 235(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 70489 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 352(@200wpm)___ 282(@250wpm)___ 235(@300wpm)
I needed to ignore Alex unless I had to interact with him.
I closed my laptop and disconnected it from the projector as students filed out of the room. When I looked up again, Alex was still there, talking to a few other students. His gaze met mine, and he smiled again, not the way you smile at a professor or even a friend. He smiled like he was imagining me naked.
Big fucking trouble.
“Less drama on Thursday,” I said.
He shrugged. “Maybe.”
“If you need this class to graduate, then there will be no further drama. If you don’t, you can leave.”
One of the guys standing with him whistled.
“Oh no. I need it,” he said, holding my gaze. I refused to let him unnerve me.
One of the girls shoved at his arm. “Stop acting like that. You don’t have to be such a spectacle.”
He turned back to me, smile still in place. “Sorry, sir.”
Alex’s sweet, submissive tone stirred something in me. I needed to ignore it. Next class, I would pretend he didn’t exist. And I’d find some willing boy to fuck tonight. Hopefully, that would be all I needed to get me out of whatever strange mood had overtaken me.
I walked on past the group of students.
“See you Thursday!” one of the girls called.
“You will.”
When I reached my office, I intended to return to the paper I’d been reading on a new epigenetic theory.
Instead, I found myself looking up Troublemaker, aka Alexander Hebert. He was from a wealthy family. His parents had died in a boating accident when he was twelve. He’d been raised by his aunt and uncle and his grandparents. It seemed clear that he was expected to follow in the family tradition of joining the medical profession as well as rushing Chi Rho.
A blue jay’s call emanated from the bird-themed clock on my office wall, a gag gift from my younger brother, Rafael, when I took this job. The sound let me know I’d been investigating Alex and his family for nearly an hour. What the fuck was I doing?
Something bothered me about Alex. That’s why I was researching him. I was trusting my gut. He needed watching, and I needed to find out what the hell was up with him. I was absolutely not interested in him because he was beautiful and would look great ass up in my bed.
Leave him alone. He’s not up to anything. He’s a frat boy, and he likes attention.
Maybe—based on the way he’d smiled and spoken in that damn submissive tone—a closeted one with a crush on me. Student crushes were nothing new, and they’d never affected me before. They’d only ever been funny or irritating. They sure as hell had never had my stomach flip-flopping.
And that wasn’t going to change now. I would make sure of that.
I had to.
3
ALEX
Ilay on a blanket in the backyard of the frat, pretending to be napping. Instead, I was alternating between watching clouds drift by and fantasizing about Dr. Delicious.
How had I gotten so fucking lucky? Thank goodness I hadn’t shied away from a 9:00 a.m. biochem class.
I’d thought about the hot man I’d seen jogging so many times over the last few days, but I never thought I’d actually see him again. I’d considered going back out to the path to see if he jogged there daily, but what was I going to do? Step out in front of him and introduce myself?
Now I knew exactly who he was: Dante Theriot, professor of biology. His primary research interest was gene therapy. This semester, he was teaching biochem and molecular genetics, and I was one of his lucky students.
Not only did he have excellent scores on Rate My Professor, but staring at him through every class was going to be the highlight of my week.
And he was going to be the highlight of my semester, because now that I knew who he was, I was abso-fucking-lutely going to offer my ass to him, and he was going to take it. Whatever I needed to do, whatever outrageous behavior was required, I would know what it felt like to be fucked by him. If there was one thing my cold, calculating family had taught me, it was to set goals and refuse to bend until I met them.
Thursday, I timed my arrival to class perfectly, opening the door at precisely nine o’clock. Dr. Theriot glanced toward the door when I entered, then quickly looked away. Was he pretending he didn’t see me? Did he think ignoring me would keep me from seeking attention? He was so wrong about that.
When Dr. Theriot began his lecture, I quickly noticed he wasn’t looking at the part of the room where I was seated. Was that on purpose? Had I already gotten to him that much? I hoped to hell so.