Page 1 of Dad's Best Friend Professor
Chapter 1
Anna
I’m singing along to my iPhone while driving down Valley Rd toward my dad’s friend Tony’s house. The weather is sunny as usual, and we aren’t in the middle of any heat wave. Best of all, summer school won’t start for another week, so I’m free of reading and homework. I’ve just finished my first year at Sunnyvale College, and I’m eager to take a short break. Even after school starts, I’ll be taking only one class and it’ll be a piece of cake. I have so many plans for the next three months. Besides getting a part-time job, I’ll go to the gym every day and also learn how to play the guitar, something I’ve meant to do since junior high.
Although I’ve met Tony before, I can only remember him vaguely. He was my dad’s student at Sunnyvale College when Dad was still a teaching assistant. My dad is very proud of Tony, saying he’s his best student even though also a pain in the butt. Tony is from Sunnyvale, but he went to Harvard for grad school and then worked in other states. He would return home from time to time at first, but later, after his dad passed away several years ago, he hasn’t come back even once. He moved back because my dad, the current chair of Sunnyvale College’s history department, invited him to be a visiting professor for the summer.
I haven’t been to Tony’s house before, but it isn’t hard for me to find it. I stop in front of a Craftsman house according to the address my dad gave me.
I check myself in the mirror and get out of my car. When I get to the door, I press the doorbell and wait.
The house is charming but old and small, contrary to my expectations. My dad said Tony’s dad was a rich landlord who owned pretty much the whole town and I assumed he inherited his dad’s properties.
The house has been rented out to relatives and friends on and off but hasn’t been occupied for at least two years. Tony has a gardener taking care of the yard work for him, but he needs some help to tidy up the interior of the house.
I wait and wait, but the door remains closed. I ring the bell again, and still nothing. I begin to doubt that I’m at the right place. I go back to the street to check the address, and it’s then I see a man running down the sidewalk toward me.
My eyes are glued to him right away because he’s got the most beautiful male body I’ve ever seen. Tall and muscular, bronze and glistening with sweat. My thighs tingle, and I avert my eyes as he gets closer so he won’t see my flushed cheeks. I step aside to let him pass, but he doesn’t. Instead, he stops in front of me, greeting me with a flashing white grin and a strong musky male scent. “Good morning,” he says in a low rumbling voice that echoes down my thighs.
I meet his eyes, which are deep-set green with sparkling gold flecks—my God. My lady bits clench as I struggle with a simple response. “Morning.”
“I’m Tony. You must be Anna,” he says, wiping the sweat on his forehead with the towel hanging on his neck. “I’m sorry to let you wait. I went for a quick jog, but it took longer than I thought.”
I blink to register the meaning of his words. It can’t be true. I look him up and down again. In my mind, Tony is a skinny older man with greying hair just like my dad, and wears spectacles just like my other professors. But this man in front of me has an athletic physique: six-pack, firm chest, and hairy legs. His thick chestnut hair is damp with sweat, and his scruff needs a bit trimming but sexy as hell. Damn. This gorgeous guy is more like a gladiator than a professor. And when he grins again, perhaps because of my astonishment, I recall the termpanty-meltingsmile. I’ve heard about it but never seen it or experienced it in person until now.
“You’reTony, my dad’s friend?” I mutter incredulously as I follow him toward the front door.
“Yes, and I was also his student before. You look surprised. Do I not meet your expectations?” He wriggles an eyebrow playfully.
I blush. That’s precisely the reason. “Yeah. I didn’t expect you to be so…young.”And hot.
He chuckles. “I’m only five years younger than your dad. It was why I gave him a hard time when he was my TA.”
Damn. I need to tell my dad to start jogging because he looks at least twenty years older than Tony.
Before he opens the door, Tony holds out a hand. “It’s nice to meet you, Anna, and thanks for being here.”
I swallow and hold his hand—large, rough, and warm. My lady bits go wild, and I become wet between my thighs. Holy shit. No one has ever made me feel this way. I am in serious trouble. “Nice to meet you too,” I say after gawking at him like an idiot for a moment.
Tony opens the door and lets me go into the house first.
The inside of the house smells old and stuffy, and cardboard boxes scatter on the floor. Not surprisingly, he’s still unpacking.
“Would you like anything to drink?” Tony asks as he opens the fridge in the kitchen. “Juice? Soda?”
“I’m fine, thanks,” I say. “I’m not thirsty.”
“Okay. Feel free to help yourself when you do,” he says and takes out a bottle of water. He rapidly guzzles down the entire bottle, looking really thirsty. I watch the movement of his Adam’s apple with fascination and follow the water droplets that roll down his chin and trail down his chest, belly, and shit, his waistband. My eyes fall below that and I notice a large bulge. I become thirsty right away, regretting not accepting the offer of a drink.
I lick my parched lips at the exact moment Tony finishes drinking. Sensing his eyes on me, I look up to meet them. They are darker than they were earlier, and I feel the charge of electricity in the air. As I shudder, he reaches out a hand to touch me. I stiffen as I feel his fingers brushing my cheek before they get hold of a strand of hair and tug it behind my ear.
“It’s in your eyes,” he says with another devastating smile.
A hot stream of juice rushes out of my center, and I squeeze my thighs. Oh my God. This man will be the death of me.
“Th-thanks,” I say, glancing around nervously. “Where should I start?”
“Oh, yeah. Good question,” he says. “You don’t need to worry about the living room today. But you can help me with the study.”
