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“Do you want me to help you?”

I glanced up at him. “You know how to code?”

“I’ve picked it up along the way. My brother built a software company, so I know a bit.”

But his smirk told me that he was selling himself short.

“You know more than just a bit, don’t you?” I asked, narrowing my eyes.

His smirk widened even more. “I’ll make learning fun for you.”

“And how’re you going to do that?” I asked, arching a brow.

“I have my ways.”

CHAPTERTEN

HEATHER

Stupid Professor Eric.

With a balled fist, I stood in front of his door and pounded on it, pissed off that he’d made me embarrass myself in front of Hector last night. Usually, I tried not to let my emotions get the best of me, but I couldn’t help it.

“Who is it?” Eric called from the other side of the door.

I resisted the urge to give the door my middle finger. “It’s Heather.”

While Hector had told me that he’d help me study for this stupid computer science software development class or whatever the hell it was, I still wanted to know what I had done wrong on the exam. Eric had even let us use the internet to simulate what real life coding was like.

And part of me was beginning to think that I hadn’t failed because of my abilities.

But because Eric had something against me.

A couple moments later, Eric opened the door and stared down at me, his brown brows drawn together and his lips set in an angry scowl. “What are you doing here? My office hours ended twenty minutes ago.”

“Why did you fail me?” I asked, walking right into his office.

I didn’t care if his office hours had endedtwo hoursago. I had told him that I would be here now because I had class during his office hours and he wouldn’t make time out of his schedule for me. Because he fucking hated me.

“Because you didn’t study.”

“I studied for the past week, nonstop, for this exam,” I said, clenching my fists.

How dare he say that I hadn’t studied, that I hadn’t tried so damn hard for this exam! He didn’t know anything about me, nor about how much I was actually trying to understand this material. I didn’t even know why this was important.

“There is something you could do to pass,” he suggested.

I glared over my shoulder, lip curled in disgust. If he was about to say what I thought he was going to say, I would report him to the dean of students and walk out of here with an A for it.

“You’re disgusting,” I snarled.

“It’s not that,” he said, eyes narrowed. “You’re not attractive enough for me to lose my job over.”

While it shouldn’t have bothered me because that was sick of any teacher or professor to do, I couldn’t stop my chest from tightening and my lips curling down into a frown. Because he had flat-out told me that I wasn’t attractive.

I was pretty, but not as pretty as Evelyn was from Hector and Dad’s company.

But come on; how unprofessional was that to say to his student?!

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