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I ignored his last two texts, unsure of his intentions.

Josh: Dad, please answer. I know I messed up. College fame went to my head. I learned my lesson. What will it take to prove it?

Another message pops up before I respond.

Josh: I hurt the two most important people in my life. I need you both back.

Guilt gnaws at me. What kind of father am I? Fooling around with my son’s ex-girlfriend while he’s going through a crisis… or so he says. Fuck! Is my need to get my dick back inside Mila making me doubt my own son?

I need to think.

Me: Unless you’re dying, stop texting.

Josh: I feel like I’m dying.

“Are you getting pictures I’m not?” Rutherford pushes from the windowsill but I motion for him to stay.

“It’s Josh.” Part of me wants to be there for my son. I’m all he has. But he’s the one who trashed the relationships. Being a single dad is hard in ways I never expected.

Me: Think about what you’ve done a little longer.

As I hit send, I curse myself. How can I lecture my son about his actions? I’m lusting after a girl half my age, my student, my son’s ex. Am I having a mid-life crisis?

Rutherford notices my distress. “Everything okay?”

I shake my head, pocketing my phone. “He wants to make amends.”

“And?”

“I’m drooling over photos of his ex-girlfriend. What kind of father am I?”

Chapter 11

Mila

I’m walking down the hallway, eager to see my professors, so I can ask them why they haven’t responded to my naughty pictures. I was hoping Daddy would spank me for being a bad girl.

Professor Chen’s voice stops me in my tracks.

“Miss Halloran, a moment please.”

He’s never acknowledged my existence before. Did I go too far with the sexting? What if he found out? I turn, plastering on my most respectful smile. “Of course, Professor Chen.”

His usual stern expression is softened by something that looks like approval. That’s a relief.

“I want to commend you on the glowing recommendation Dr. Rutherford gave the scholarship committee on your behalf. You’re quite an impressive young lady.”

My heart skips a beat. The scholarship. Do I dare get my hopes up? “Thank you, sir.”

“In fact,” he continues, “I’d love to see you in my ethics class next semester. Your passion for learning is exactly what we look for in our top students.”

I nod, trying to keep my cool. That class is invitation only. “I’d be honored, Dr. Chen.”

“Very well.” He nods and leaves without another word. Did I get the scholarship? Should I ask before he gets too far away?

No. I ride the high of being invited to his ethics class—the irony of my lack of ethics isn’t lost. I hurry to Sterling’s office where both professors are waiting, according to a text Sterling sent.

Bubbling with excitement, I knock on the door, hopeful that my sexts got them in the mood for fun. Sterling’s deep voice calls out, “Come in.”

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