Page 6 of Ruined Wolfsbane

She has to be one of the bubbliest people I’ve ever met. I wonder if she stole all the enthusiasm from her twin in the womb. That’d explain how she has this much pep.

As much as I’d like to avoid talking to this professor, I know I need to ask about accommodations. Quietly making my way to the front, I wait for a few minutes behind other students. I roll my eyes at the two girls in front of me blatantly flirting with him.

Yes, he looks like a GQ model. He’s also a professor. I highly doubt he’d risk his job to bang students, especially when he likely has his pick of women everywhere he goes.

Finally, it’s my turn to talk to him.

He swings his hypnotizing green eyes my way. “What can I do for you, Miss Wylder?” Professor Sebastian Grimm purrs with a flirty smirk on his face. His suggestive tone throws me off. It’s almost like he’s coming on to me. Figuring I’m probably imagining things, I launch into my spiel about accommodations I need for APD.

As I talk, his flirty smile drops, his blond brows lower, and his eyes scrunch in confusion. By the time I finish, his eyes look like they have thunderclouds rolling across them. His mouth flattens in a harsh line. “That’s fine,” he bites out. “I’ll let you know what I decide on alternative assignments. Is there anything else?” Professor Grimm’s face smooths by the time he asks if that’s all.

I feel like I have whiplash from his rapid mood changes. “Um, no, I don’t think so.” I hate how shaky my voice sounds, but I’m unsure what to expect from him. I’ve learned the hard way that unpredictable people are the most dangerous.

As I reach the door, I chance a look back at Sebastian Grimm. He’s sitting on the desk again. With his elbows resting on his knees, he’s cradling his face in his hands.

I have the strangest urge to go over there and comfort him. Forcing myself to open the door instead, I leave the classroom, consumed with thoughts of two pairs of green eyes.

CHAPTER 4

BASTIAN

Hearing the door shut, I let out the groan I’ve been holding in. Today has been both the best and the worst day of my life. Okay, maybe not the worst. But definitely one of the most embarrassing.

The good—I finally found her. I know I’m only twenty-five, but I’ve been searching for her for literally forever.

She’s even more breathtaking than I imagined. Briar Wylder is a fucking knockout. Her wavy raven hair is striking against her alabaster skin and rosy cheeks. Her cute button nose makes me want to boop it. And her full lips could tempt even an angel to sin.

Her legs, though. Oh man. Her toned legs go on for miles. Whoever invented these uniform skirts was a genius. Briar’s ass looks fantastic in her little skirt, too.

I’m a lucky man, or I would be if she had any idea who I am.

On to the bad—she has no clue who I am or who she is to us.

How can she not know?

That’s impossible, right?

Well, clearly not. ’Cause here we are.

The worse—I’m her professor.

Yep. The one woman in the world made for me happens to be my student.

Good thing I don’t like this job very much. Although, it’s not like WHU can fire me. They’d sure want to, though, if they knew the thoughts I’m having about my student.

And the worst—my attempt to talk to her was a train wreck.

Fucking hell. She probably thinks I’m an emotionally challenged psycho. Or a crackhead. I’m honestly not sure which is worse. In my defense, I totally thought she knew. She did say, while staring at me, and I quote, “Fuck me sideways.”

How was I supposed to know she didn’t know after that?

So, of course, when she talked to me after class, I thought she was going to proposition me. I’d totally be down for that, by the way. But, nope, she just asked about class stuff. I was so shocked that I accidentally snapped at her.

Whoops.

Of course, I realized too late she didn’t know. Now she thinks I’m deranged.

Fuck my life.

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