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I chuckled. “I’ll take your word for it, but I might need to look up some of your articles for validation before you do that.”

“Tell me what you think, Professor.”

Just the way she said that simple word made me hard again. She purred it more than she said it. “Do you know how much I like it when you call me that?”

She laughed. “Of course. Why do you think I do it?” Kat paused. “But I’d better go. I don’t have another orgasm in me at the moment, and I have work to do if I want to play this weekend.”

I grinned. “Okay. Text me your address and I’ll pick you up at six on Saturday.”

We said our goodbyes, and I marveled at my good fortune. A girl who loves archaeology and dirty talk was a rare find indeed.

Chapter 11

Kat

In the bathroom, I splashed cold water on my face. I’d lied—I probably had at least two more orgasms in me—but what I’d said about work was true. I needed to get this done and get Jamie off my back. What was with him anyway? He wasn’t usually that harsh. My green eyes locked on my face as I caught my reflection in the mirror. My cheeks were pink, and I smirked. The orgasm wasn’t like it had been with him in the flesh, but it was certainly better than usual while alone. That sultry voice in my ear had pushed me higher and turned me on more even though he was miles away. This man would ruin me in all the best ways.

Remembering the piece about where he was taking me, I rushed out of the bathroom to grab my phone off my bed.

Me: Guess who is seeing Ashton Olsson this weekend?

Emma: You slut! How did you manage that? It’s sold out.

Me: Harrison got tickets. He’s taking me on a date.

Emma: You know I’m happy you’re giving him a shot, but I also kind of hate you right now.

I laughed, almost feeling bad about going without her. Maybe I’d have to make it up to her somehow. Glancing toward my desk, I took a deep breath. It was time to get this article going. I would reward myself with Harrison this weekend.

After grabbing my laptop, I propped the pillows up behind me and sat back on the bed. My mind wandered for a moment, wondering if Harrison would be in my bed that weekend. With the way things were going, it certainly seemed like that would be the case. My lips quirked up into a smile as I pulled my notes closer and opened up a new document. Too bad I wasn’t writing a raunchy book instead. I had plenty of material to contribute to that already, and no doubt would have more after this weekend. As I immersed myself in my article, I did my best to ignore thoughts of Harrison’s lips on my skin.

The article took me a couple of days to write, but on Thursday, I revised it and finally sent it to Jamie. I hoped he’d be quick with his notes so I could get it completely finished before the weekend.

As Friday afternoon waned into evening, I gave up hope of hearing back again before the weekend. I sighed as I paced my apartment. I’d have to put it out of my head and focus on enjoying the weekend, but it bugged me, especially after he’d given me such shit about it earlier in the week.

If it was that urgent, why was he taking so long to get back to me? I’d texted him a few times, and he’d only told me he was working on it. Figured I may as well assess my clothing choices for the next night. Wondering where we would go to eat, I grabbed my phone and texted Harrison. We’d texted on and off during the week, but it was obvious we were both trying to wrap things up for work. My body practically vibrated with the desire to see him again.

Me: Any hints about dinner? I’m trying to figure out what to wear.

Harrison: I’d prefer nothing, but if you must, we’re going fancy, baby.

I grinned and crossed to my closet.

Chapter 12

Harrison

I fell back into the familiar hum and student anxiety of the week before finals. We drilled information they should know, talking over the history again. It wasn’t taxing for me. I loved it, and while the students sometimes grumbled, I knew I amused them with my enthusiasm. As the week drew to a close, I knew it was up to them now. They were the ones who needed to study. Just one week left and we would all be off for the summer.

On Saturday afternoon, as I got ready for my drive to Wisconsin, my mind went to Kat’s article. I wondered when it was going to come out and what she’d written. I’d gone down the rabbit hole and read through some of her articles. It was obvious she was talented. The way Kat crafted her stories made her skill shine through. I knew my news was in good hands, but given how important this was to me, I couldn’t help but have some apprehension. This was a big deal for me, and despite our chemistry, I had only just met her. Hopefully our date tonight would alleviate some of my concerns. I fully intended to woo her and be in her bed by the time the evening was over, but I could gather some intel too.

Pulling on my dark jeans, I shivered with anticipation at the thought of her taking them off. I shook my head and checked the time, wondering if there might be time to fool around before dinner. After I finished getting dressed, I grabbed my phone.

Me: Cool if I head up now? I’ll be about thirty minutes early, but I can’t wait to see you.

I’d gotten ready entirely too early. I should have held off, but I didn’t want to. It would be better to kill the time with Kat, preferably with my head between her legs. Blowing out a breath, I attempted to calm down. I couldn’t drive the entire way with a boner. My phone vibrated in my hand.

Kat: Cool with me. See you in a bit, Professor.

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