The Professor (Forbidden Encounters 1)

“Okay, woah. Just stop. You’re getting way ahead of yourself. He is not a student. We are just friends right now. Nothing more. I don’t think I want more.”

“Don’t do that. Don’t ruin something good because of your family again. I’m sure the only person on this campus that cares so much is you.”

“Charlie—’

“Does he know about your dad?”

I sigh, my breath leaving my lips in froze puffs. “Yes, he does.”

“Does he care?”

“I don’t think so,” I grumble.

“Well, maybe you should think about being more than friends and if you want to talk about him, when you’re ready, I’ll be here with open ears. And of course I’ll be totally freaking happy for you.”

I grin and look out toward the silver car again, seeing Bryce behind the wheel still watching me.

I want Charlie to be right.

But something tells me, the relationship between me And Bryce will be a lot harder than she is making it out to be.

A mayor’s rich son and a convict’s daughter don’t belong together. It isn’t a love written in the stars.

It isn’t written at all.

Because it never happens.

It doesn’t make sense.

Chapter Six

Bryce

I’ve been on countless dates? too many that meant too little. This impending one, however, has me on edge. I can’t remember the last time I’ve been nervous about… anything. Wait, I can remember a time. Two weeks ago in Cancun when I caused a pretty girl to spill her drink all over herself. Yeah, I’d been nervous then. I’d lost my cool for a bit, stupidly staring at her boobs. The memory makes me laugh out loud.

I couldn’t help it. She has great boobs. Perky, round, and I know they will fit in the palm of my hands.

They will be just right.

My cock jerks in memory of her dabbing her chest dry, and I close my eyes to take a deep breath. I have to get myself under control.

My fingers tighten around the steering wheel. I guess it’s safe to conclude that Abby makes me nervous. I’m on my way to pick her up and there’s a good portion of excitement mixed in with my case of nerves. I’ve never wanted to impress a woman so badly since high school. I’m even wearing a tie. I fucking hate ties. I can’t help tugging at the damn thing with annoyance.

Abby’s place comes into view, and I commence my pep talk.

“Relax, it’s just dinner. You won’t mess up.” I’m still in the stage of tiptoeing around Abby. She’s extremely skittish about us right now. One wrong move or word and she’ll bolt. She sure keeps me on my toes. She doesn’t play hard to get. She is hard to get. The woman has so many barriers thrown up, a bulldozer is needed to get all the way through. But I know things can’t be rushed. I’m slowly making progress, getting her to lower a few of her brick walls all on her own.

As I park and prepare to get out of the car. I see a figure dashing towards me. It’s Abby, moving impressively fast on high heels. She dives into my car and turns to me with a smile, while I’m still gaping at her.

“I was going to come to your door.”

“I know, but you shouldn’t.”

“We’re not at St. Jacobs. Who here knows about the whole professor student thing?”

“No one but plenty will recognize the mayor’s son.”

I sigh. Right. She’s hell bent on “protecting” me. It’s actually kind of sweet. “I didn’t even get to see you in your dress,” I joke. I don’t have to see what she has on to know she looks amazing. Even if she had on that unsightly beanie, she’d look beautiful.