Wanted: A Bad Boy Auction Romance

Go ahead girlfriend, been there done that. Not going down that road again.

At least that’s what I was telling myself. Or trying to.

More students suddenly rushed in and the professor came along with them. From then on, the atmosphere changed as everyone focused on the starting lecture.

I was able to tear my gaze away from Wyatt in the sudden bustle but he didn’t let me forget his presence like I wanted to.

The professor asked us to pair up in groups of two to work for the rest of the class.

Wyatt immediately scooted closer. He leaned toward me and his words feathered hotly against the skin of my neck when he said, “Told you, you aren’t going to get away that easy, partner.”

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The class was a lesson in self-control and I was so very glad that I punched record on my phone because my concentration was shot.

The professor handed the groups each a sheet to complete as he lectured. We were to hand it back to him by the end of the class.

I tried to keep my focus on what the white-bearded man was saying. I really did. Just like I tried to take notes as the minutes went by as well as give my input on the answers to the handout.

However, the spicy scent of Wyatt’s cologne wrapped me in a fog of female want. I remembered that scent well. Late into the nights we used to spend together so long ago, I would put my nose against his neck and inhale a big whiff as we cuddled our way to sleep.

That same scent had clung to the huge shirts he gave me to sleep in and his hoodie when I borrowed it.

It had wrapped me in an invisible cloak of security and love.

I fought against the memories that scent invoked but it seemed like an uphill battle. I almost sighed in relief when the professor announced the end of the class.

Wyatt went up the professor’s desk to hand in our assignment and I took this as my opportunity to escape. I hurriedly stuck my belongings into my bag. Everything inside, I hopped out of my seat and rushed for the exit.

“Hailey,” Wyatt called but I ignored him.

In the hallway, I headed straight for the parking lot and my car. This was my last class for the afternoon and I had to pick Noah up from the daycare.

“Hey Hailey, wait up,” I heard Wyatt’s voice call.

The voice sounded a lot closer than I expected and I turned only to run into what felt like a wall.

A warm, hotly fragrant male wall.

I bounced off the hardness of Wyatt’s chest. The force of the sudden contact sent me toward the floor. I was falling and couldn’t stop the descent.

I let out a startled squeak in anticipation of the hurt from landing on the tiled floor but strong, male hands grabbed my upper arms to keep me from becoming intimate with the tiles. They pulled me back to that hard chest and my breasts became plastered against him. I drew in a sharp breath as my nipples immediately pebbled at the contact. Damn his hotness.

At the same time, my fingers tangled in the fabric of Wyatt’s shirt. I flew a startled gaze up to his to find him watching me with a warm mirth.

“We worked well together today. Just like we did before.”

“That's probably not a good idea.”

I gave him a look.

“With our history, I don’t think I have to explain why.”

“I hardly think our history factors into the fact that we work well together.” He said this slowly as if speaking to a child.

His tone didn’t help my disposition one bit.

I sighed, not about to get into this in the middle of the hallway where several other students were moving about.