Page 44 of Forbidden Professor

As I pull open the door, I can’t help but wonder if he’s still thinking about me, too.

ChapterNineteen

Carter

So that’show it’s going to be.

Fine.

I watch Eve flee the classroom like she’s fleeing the scene of a bloody crime. Only the blood is coming from my slaughtered heart. I don’t know what I thought would happen. But the complete avoidance, to the point of almost being obvious to outside observers, was not it.

I sigh as I pack up my belongings as the students trickle out the door.

At least we’re doing the right thing, I think, even if it feels like total shit.

When Violet approaches my desk after all the other students have cleared out, I tense up. She’s Eve’s friend. I need to play it cool.

“Mr. Morgan, how’s it going?”

“Just fine, Violet. What can I help you with?”

She leans on the side of my desk and juts a hip out, twirling her long brown hair around a finger. She smiles a thousand watt smile and runs a hand over the curve of her hip.

“I was wondering if you could go over the last chapter we were working on with me.”

“Are you having trouble with it?”

“Yeah,” she admits, with a coy smile. Something doesn’t sit right with me. I’m pretty sure she’s trying to flirt, but it just looks like she’s playing dumb to me. I hate that. There’s nothing that turns me on more than a smart woman.

Eve’s face flashes in my head and I push it away.

“There’s a study group that meets in the library every Wednesday evening at six p.m., Violet. I bet you can find the help you need there.”

“I was hoping for, well you know…”

“I don’t know,” I say. “Say what you want to say, please.”

“I was hoping for a little more one on one attention,” she bends over my desk, exposing even more of her cleavage, her breasts threatening to pop out of her low cut blouse.

She is so obvious. It’s a total turn off.

“I don’t do private sessions with students, Violet,” I say. “You’re welcome to email me with any specific questions you may have. I’ve set up the study sessions featuring some of my brightest students in order to ensure success. I really think it will be helpful to you.”

“Right,” she says, unable to hide her disappointment.

I don’t care one bit, though. I’m not about to take the bait.

“Give it a try. Let me know if that method doesn’t work for you,” I offer, quickly packing up my books. I give her a pointed look and she turns on her heel and heads for the exit, much to my relief.

It’s the last class of the day for me, so I head home and seek the comfort of my couch and the beer in my fridge. I keep replaying the scene with Violet in my head. She’s a beautiful woman. And yet, it was so easy to deflect her advances.

With Eve, it isn’t easy at all. Nothing about this is easy. In fact, it’s difficult as hell.

All I want now is to be alone. I mean, since I can’t be with Eve, of course. I’d choose being with Eve over being with anyone, but that’s not an option.

Unfortunately, even at home, in my boxers with a beer in my hand, while I sprawl out on the couch and watch basketball, I am still plagued with constant thoughts of her.

The feel of her kiss…

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