Page 24 of Bad Professor

My parents divorced when I was six, so I spent my childhood being passed around from parent to parent, grandparent to grandparent. When my parents started the process of getting remarried, it was even worse. My father is on his third marriage, while my mother has two under her belt, with a long-term boyfriend. Tim. He’s a good guy, but his parents are fantastic and by far my favourite house to visit on the holidays.

It’s no wonder I want to find my forever girl.

But Tilly? She’s more woman than girl. And it was only one night.

Just one night. I probably won’t ever hear from her again.

I really hope I don’t if she turns out to be a homicidal maniac.

“When’s your first class?” Cady asks. She may be a billionaire, but she’s down-to-earth and easy to be around. I really like her, and love that she makes Max so happy.

I think Max makes her happy as well. Cady has an unconventional back story that prevented her from finishing high school, let alone going to university. She always asks about my classes and admitted to wanting more education someday.

I’m not sure when someday will be if she keeps finding ways to make more money like she does.

“Tuesday.” I wonder if Cady would like Tilly. I wonder what Tilly would say if she found out Cady owned a website dedicated to women wanting to have sex. I wonder if Tilly has ever used the Mature Adult Females site.

It’s different from a dating site—more like an escort service. She also owned one of those for men, as well.

Somehow I doubt Tilly even knows about the site, but you never know. She could be an excellent actress.

“I’ve got a couple of interesting classes this semester—an intro to horror, history of fantasy, and one studying the songwriting of Taylor Swift,” I say.

Cady seems amazed. “Really? They have a course for that?”

“Dude,” Max says in an ominous voice. “You think that’s a good idea?”

“It’s an interesting course,” I say defensively. “Someone came up with it at Harvard, but I created the syllabus for the school. I’ve got a full class. Waiting list and everything.” Max still looks concerned. “What?”

“Taylor Swift? Dude, you’re asking for trouble. That one is a bad idea.”

“Why?” Cady wants to know.

“The class will be full of young, attractive, first-year—”

“It’s a second-year course.” We have had this conversation and I don’t need a repeat. But Max has always worried about me, and Nick. He’s also the first I would call if I ever get into trouble.

“Not that it makes it any better. Dex has had a little trouble—” Max tells Cady.

“It’s not trouble,” I argue. “And not in a while.”

“You almost got fired because you were boning one of your students,” Max accuses.

Cady widens her eyes. “Really?”

“He almost got fired because of it.”

“They weren’t at the same time. And I wasn’t close to getting fired, they just… it was suggested that it would be best if I found another teaching position. But it’s okay because I like it here.”

Do I sound defensive? Maybe a little. I’ve made a few mistakes, but who really likes being reminded of them?

“You had sex with a student?” Cady frowns.

“Two students,” Max offers, ever so helpfully, holding up two fingers for emphasis

“Really?” Cady cries. “Is that illegal or something?”

There’s no judgment in her voice—not with her background—only curiosity.

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