To Professor, With Love (Forbidden Men 2)

Returning to her without her noticing, I leaned against the bar and called over the music and commotion. “So, what’re you doing here on the college scene, since you’re obviously too advanced to be one us mere mortal students going through classes at the regular pace?”

She jumped slightly and turned back to me, thrilling me with her amazing green gaze. The private smile she flashed teased me on every level possible as she refused to answer my question.

I nodded, knowingly. “Ah. A date, huh?”

She blushed, stirring me up into a hot and heavy arousal. Jesus, her blush was addictive. And damn it, why the hell was I stirred over my frumpy English professor? This was all wrong. She shouldn’t be allowed to wear a dress like that, or put her hair up like that, or paint her face that way. Or lick her damn succulent lips, like ever, but especially not after every drink she took.

I wanted to drag her into the back and fuck her senseless on the rickety old couch in the break room. From behind. I could already imagine how it would feel to bury my face in that naked nook on the back of her neck as I tugged up her skirt and slipped down her panties.

And now I was wondering what kind of panties my frumpy English professor was wearing.

Was she wearing panties?

Dear God.

“I didn’t say I was here on a date.” Her shoulders straightened in that haughty way they were so used to doing in class. But without the too-big shoulder pads of her outdated blazer hiding them, they looked too pretty when they hitched up in outraged indignation. Too sensual. Too fucking hot. I wanted to put my hands on her. Bad.

But I smirked to hide my raging horniness. “Ah. So it’s girls’ night out…” Glancing around her to make sure she was alone, I added, “Without the girls?”

She locked her jaw and then took a quick drink. Damn, the way her mouth puckered over the head of that bottleneck was driving me insane.

Enjoying how easy it was to make her uncomfortable because she was making certain parts of my anatomy so very uncomfortable in return, I leaned forward to rest my forearms on the bar. “Or were you just looking to pick up a little strange for the evening?”

“Oh, my God,” she gasped and sent me a scowl to beat all scowls. “It’s a date, okay? I’m here to meet a date.”

I smirked in victory and gave a careless shrug as if it made no difference to me why she was here, even though the thought of anyone else kissing that exposed skin on her shoulder made me want to commit a felony of murderou

s proportions. “When were you supposed to meet him?”

She darted an uneasy glance around as she twirled a dark piece of hair around her finger. “I showed up a little early. That’s all.”

I nodded. So, the idiot was running late. Stupid-ass douche. I bet if he knew what she looked like right now, he would’ve been here hours ago.

“Hey, can we get a drink over here?”

When a pair of college guys waved to get my attention, I nodded toward them and straightened, sliding my gaze back to Aspen. I hated the fact I had to leave her, even for a few seconds. “Sure thing. Hang on a sec.”

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“I hope she'll be a fool -- that's the best thing a girl can be in this world, a beautiful little fool.” - F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby

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~Aspen~

He kept coming back to me. I knew I shouldn’t, but I relished every little visit. I let myself dream that he wanted to be near me because he found me so irresistible and exciting. And with every beer I drank, that dream infiltrated itself into my system until I was downright giddy with it. He wanted me.

Even though he was serving a girl that looked as if she had to have a fake ID, and fake boobs too, his gaze roved to my end of the bar. He accepted his fee, barely glancing at her, even though she was making it obvious she was interested in him. Then he made his way back...to me. Watching him saunter closer was such a rush.

This was why I lingered here. I craved every time he was pulled away from me, just so I could watch him come back.

“Need another one yet?”

I shook my head. “No.” But as soon as the words left my mouth, I blurted, “yes.”

Noel grinned and another bottle of Bud Light Lime appeared in his hand. As he tugged the cap off and set it in front of me, I tilted my head just enough to make my hair spill over my shoulder.

“How did you guess I was here for a date?”