Page 32 of To Professor, with Love
“I can’t decide if you two are going to start strangling each other or making out right there on the bar,” Pick murmured to me the third time I was dragged away from her because of an irritatingly interfering customer.
I glanced up from the glass I was holding under a flowing beer tap.“What do you mean?”
I knew exactly what he meant.I just hoped it wasn’t quite as obvious to an outsider.
Pick lifted his eyebrows as if he couldn’t believe I had to ask.“You keep glaring at each other and saying things that look like you’re exchanging insults.But they’re the hottest damn insults I’ve ever seen two people dish out.Like every little ‘fuck you’ is just code for ‘fuck me’ instead.”
Shit, hewasseeing exactly what I was feeling.
I glanced at her because I couldn’t help myself.She had turned slightly so she could glance out into the crowd and people watch.But even seeing her do that caused a shock of arousal to ripple through me.
“Yeah,” I murmured absently since Pick didn’t attend college and couldn’t know she was one of my teachers.“Maybe.”
Admitting it aloud didn’t simmer any of my lust, though.After verbalizing it, my brain seemed to accept what my body already knew, and I just wanted her more.
I slid the overflowing drink to the guy waiting with a lifted bill in my direction.“Keep the change,” he called.
“Thanks.”I didn’t even pay attention to which bill he’d handed me.I just opened the cash register and shoved it inside.My mind and body could only focus on one thing right now.
Returning to her without her noticing, I leaned against the bar and called over the music and commotion.“So, what’re you doing here on the college scene, since you’re obviously too advanced to be one us mere mortal students going through classes at the regular pace?”
She jumped slightly and turned back to me, thrilling me with her amazing green gaze.The private smile she flashed teased me on every level possible as she refused to answer my question.
I nodded, knowingly.“Ah.A date, huh?”
She blushed, stirring me up into a hot and heavy arousal.Jesus, her blush was addictive.And damn it, why the hell was Istirredover my frumpy English professor?This was all wrong.She shouldn’t be allowed to wear a dress like that, or put her hair up like that, or paint her face that way.Or lick her damn succulent lips, like ever, but especially not after every drink she took.
I wanted to drag her into the back and fuck her senseless on the rickety old couch in the break room.From behind.I could already imagine how it would feel to bury my face in that naked nook on the back of her neck as I tugged up her skirt and slipped down her panties.
And now I was wondering what kind of panties my frumpy English professor was wearing.
Wasshe wearing panties?
Dear God.
“I didn’t say I was here on a date.”Her shoulders straightened in that haughty way they were so used to doing in class.But without the too-big shoulder pads of her outdated blazer hiding them, they looked too pretty when they hitched up in outraged indignation.Too sensual.Too fucking hot.I wanted to put my hands on her.Bad.
But I smirked to hide my raging horniness.“Ah.So it’s girls’ night out…” Glancing around her to make sure she was alone, I added, “Withoutthe girls?”
She locked her jaw and then took a quick drink.Damn, the way her mouth puckered over the head of that bottleneck was driving me insane.
Enjoying how easy it was to make her uncomfortable because she was making certain parts of my anatomy so very uncomfortable in return, I leaned forward to rest my forearms on the bar.“Or were you just looking to pick up a little strange for the evening?”
“Oh, my God,” she gasped and sent me a scowl to beat all scowls.“It’s a date, okay?I’m here to meeta date.”
I smirked in victory and gave a careless shrug as if it made no difference to me why she was here, even though the thought of anyone else kissing that exposed skin on her shoulder made me want to commit a felony of murderous proportions.“When were you supposed to meet him?”
She darted an uneasy glance around as she twirled a dark piece of hair around her finger.“I showed up a little early.That’s all.”
I nodded.So, the idiot was running late.Stupid-ass douche.I bet if he knew what she looked like right now, he would’ve been here hours ago.
“Hey, can we get a drink over here?”
When a pair of college guys waved to get my attention, I nodded toward them and straightened, sliding my gaze back to Aspen.I hated the fact I had to leave her, even for a few seconds.“Sure thing.Hang on a sec.”
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