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We sat there, catching our breath, he was slowly caressing my body. It was beautiful. The sex had somehow gotten better. I knew it was because I felt complete with him. He was the man I had been waiting for, and my body recognized it.

“Let’s shower and then get a plan together, and we prepare to fight!”

He chuckled. “I’m ready.”

I could feel the first stirrings of another arousal. This was going to be a long shower, but I didn’t mind. We had all night and all day to come up with a plan that would bring Dean Scribbs to her knees.

Chapter Thirty-Nine

Ian

I was ready. It felt good to have a purpose, to have something worth fighting for. Saturday afternoon and evening had been pretty unhelpful when it came to solving Tessa’s problem, but I didn’t think she minded. Once we had professed our love for one another, I couldn’t keep my hands off her or my dick out of her. I swear to God if I could have tied her up and kept her in bed for the next week, I would have. I felt like an eighteen-year-old kid. I had made up for four years of celibacy in a single day. I have no idea where I found the strength or stamina, but it was there.

Now my body was spent, and when we woke up Sunday morning, I felt as if I had finally been somewhat satiated. We both did. Thinking back to our lovemaking ignited that familiar flame, but I wasn’t desperate to have her now. I could wait—until tonight.

“You ready?” Jake asked.

I looked up from the table where I sat with my notes spread out. “Yep. We better get over there. She’s chomping at the bit.”

Jake laughed. “I’m surprised she is actually waiting for us to go with her. She was pretty fired up last night.”

I nodded in agreement. “Yeah, she is hoping your legal loophole will be her saving grace. There is a lot riding on this. Do you really think it will work?”

Jake nodded. “If the dean refuses to reinstate Tessa, we’ll take it up the chain. She was right, the rules and code of conduct say nothing about a relationship between an assistant and a teacher. She isn’t your student. She takes none of your classes. There is no violation per the rules. There is no potential gain or power. There cannot be a conflict of interest. The dean doesn’t have a leg to stand on.”

I prayed he was right.

My brother, in full lawyer mode, started pacing the length of my small table. “Furthermore, the fact she made a decision without questioning you or Tessa and based it all on the gossip of one young and disgruntled student is even more reason she must overturn her initial decision. There was no investigation. She took the word of one student who had no proof. I have never heard of anything so preposterous. Where is the evidence?” He shouted the last bit.

I had to laugh. He was good. Really good. Law school had paid off for him, and he had found his calling. I imagined lawyers would be looking for the exit when he showed up in court across the table from them. He was a force to be reckoned with.

“I’m glad you’re on my side,” I told him, meaning every word. “Okay, I’m ready. Let’s head over to Tessa’s and pick her up.”

She yanked open the door the second my car came to a stop. She was very eager to get her day in court—or at least face the woman who was attempting to disrupt her life.

“Hi,” I said, giving her a quick kiss. “You ready?”

“Yep, let’s go get the bitch.”

I leaned back and laughed. “You are one fierce woman!”

We piled back into the car, with Jake taking the backseat. We chatted about the weather and nothing in particular on the drive over. Tessa was wringing her hands.

I reached over, and placed my hand over both of hers. “It’s all going to work out.”

“I hope so.”

The three of us walked into the administration office, setting the t

ongues to wagging. Ladies who worked in the office were trying not to look directly at us, but their effort was ridiculous. It was obvious our story had spread throughout the office and likely the whole campus. Teaching students who thought of me as a lecherous predator was not going to be easy. There was also the fact that one of those students had turned us in. She had felt it was her business to run to the dean with some bullshit story, just to get back at me.

“You’ll be meeting in one of the conference rooms,” we were informed by a young woman who looked a little too eager to do the dean’s bidding.

Tessa was dressed in a black pencil skirt and white silk blouse. She looked like she could be the lawyer, and I couldn’t help but watch as she followed behind the woman, her shoulders back, and her head held high as passing students turned to point and whisper.

I gave my best professorial scowl, but it only served to heighten the whispers.

Let them talk.