Page 8 of Bad Professor

Her eyes are closed and she starts to sway toward until she catches herself. “Oh.”

“Yeah.”

Her blue eyes stare at me and I can see it there—hope. Indecision. And a healthy dose of fear. “Do you have your phone?” At her nod, I push a strand of hair behind her ear. “Give it to me.”

When she complies, I wait for her to unlock it, then add my name to the contacts. “I’m Dexter. Call me anytime.”

“I can’t…”

“Oh, you can. Anytime. Even tonight after you get rid of talking guy. Any. Time.” I hand her phone back with a smile. And then to punctuate how serious I am, I lean down and breathe deep, before pressing a kiss on her cheek. “You smell delicious. I can’t wait to find out how you taste.”

And then I let her walk back to the table.

I can’t help but notice the shaky legs.

Taking a moment to adjust myself, as well as catch my own breath, I return to Max, who is still watching the game. I was only gone for a few minutes, enough for the inning to flip over, but not enough for Max to wonder.

It seems like it was forever.

I’ve always been the quiet one of our foursome—Max, Nick, Marcus, and me. The others have game and the ability to pick up women with casual talk and a healthy dose of flirtation. I go for sincerity, and have been told I’m a “nice” guy more time that I can count.

I have never approached a woman like that, but I’d try it again if this works out.

Then again, if it works out, I may not have to try it again.

I didn’t even get her name.

I groan to myself. This is why I don’t do things like that. I was so distracted by… by what? So distracted by a woman that I forgot to ask for her name? So careful not to scare her or act like I was about to pounce that I didn’t do the simplest thing and ask for her name?

Inner face palm.

Movement at the table catches my attention and I sit up straight as she stands up.

It looks like she’s saying goodbye. It seems like she’s leaving.

I don’t try to hide the fact that I’m watching as she heads for the door. She doesn’t look over, just a hesitant flick of her eyes and a hint of a smile.

It doesn’t mean she’s going to call, but at least I got her out of a bad date.

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Tilly

Ishould just call him.

Dexter. 648-385-4445.

That’s all he entered in my phone.

What else would he add—I promise to fuck you senseless? Because that’s the impression I got.

He licked my ear.

My knees almost gave out with his mouth that close to me. My stomach flipped over more than Simone Biles, and the spot between my legs…

I have never been more turned on by a man. And from only a simple touch of his fingers and his mouth.

I can’t help but wonder what he can do with his mouth.

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