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“I was looking for someone in the faculty,” he left off and she realized a hair too late that she was supposed to fill in the blank.

“Oh,” Lia cleared her throat, “I’m faculty, I guess. What can I do for you?”

He wrinkled his brow, “Aren’t you a little young for faculty?”

Lia wasn’t very tall, in her stocking feet she stood three inches over five feet. Her long red hair was pulled into a messy bun and she hadn’t worn any make-up that morning. She knew that she looked young, but hell, did he think she was a student?

“Sorry to disappoint,” her tone held a certain chill. “But I am Princess Amelia of Hazenbak and I will be teaching, Manners, and Deportment.”

His grin broadened, and she wasn’t sure why it irritated her so much, but it did.

“Who are you?” she demanded shortly.

He executed a little bow, “I’m Nicholas Lehman, your new Royal Affairs professor.”

Lia blanched, “You are supposed to be a little old man!”

He threw back his head and laughed which only served to set Lia more against him.

“I shall try to make it up to you,” he finally managed through a crooked smile.

Damn his straight white teeth, Lia bit the inside of her cheek to hold back her thoughts. He was too beautiful to be a teacher here. And to make matters worse, as the two newest professors they had been placed in the last two rooms in the faculty quarters.

Not only would he be living right next door to her, but he would most likely hear every little sound that she made.

How was she to ride Sir Shlong into oblivion if this sex God was right on the other side of the wall?

No, this would not do. She would talk to someone. Surely, Professor Lehman could go somewhere else.

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