Page 160 of Filthy Savage

“What do you want to do after you graduate?”

“I hope to become a paralegal.”

He quirks a brow. “Ah. Really?”

“That’s right.”

“Well, my wife owns her own law firm. I can put in a good word for you, especially if you continue to do well in my class.” The corner of his mouth winds up.

“Thank you. That would be amazing.”

It feels like all of my dreams are finally coming true.

“Well, thanks for stopping by, but I do have another student coming in shortly, so unless there’s something else…”

“Oh, right. Of course.”

I stuff my paper back into a folder and get to my feet, and he follows close behind.

Too close. I can practically feel his body at my back. My stomach gets jittery and a cold rush skitters up my arms, leaving goose bumps behind.

He reaches for the doorknob, and as he does, his other hand brushes over my behind.

My eyes widen. That must’ve been an accident. It had to be. He’s my professor. He’s married.

I’mmarried.

Disgust fills my chest.

When I glance back, there’s no indication that he did that on purpose. It was an accident. Of course it was. Obviously, I was overreacting.

“It was great to see you, Ms. Quinn.”

“It’s Mrs.”

“Right. How could I forget?” He laughs. “See you in class.”

Rushing out, I stare at the now-closed door, wondering what the hell just happened.

FIONN

“Daddy!” Fia rushes for me when I pick her up from preschool.

Tynan grabs Adora, and we start toward our cars.

“How was your day, princess?”

“Good!” she tells me, excitement rolling in her eyes.

Adora clutches her father’s shirt, her face on his shoulder.

“You okay, baby?” he asks her.

When she peers back at him, she pouts. “A boy pushed me.”

Tynan instantly freezes, murder in his eyes. “What boy? What’s his name?”

His breathing fires out, and I don’t blame him because I’d see murder too if someone touched my girl.

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