Page 11 of Tricking Mr. Scott

I step closer to him, leaning my head on his chest and breathing him in. I want nothing more to go back in time and start things from the beginning, doing everything in my power to not land right back here at this moment.

His entire body sags as he wraps his arms around me and buries his nose into my hair for a few moments before releasing me and taking a step back.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about, Miss…” His voice trails off as he realizes he doesn’t know my real name.

“Hudson. Blaire Hudson.”

Wylder stares at me with contempt, the walls he uses to protect himself sliding back into place. Gone is the man who begged me to be his forever, replaced by the jaded and demanding Professor Scott.

“Miss Hudson, I don’t need, nor do I want, your services,” he growls, stepping around me and heading back toward his class.

“Wylder, you can’t get rid of me that easily.” My voice quivers as tears stream down my cheeks.

“Professor Scott,” he corrects me, putting another barrier between us. “Stay out of my way and do your job.”

He strides out of the alcove, and I crumble to the ground.

Professor Scott has everything he could ever dream of, and the last thing he needs is another student pining for his affections. But why is my heart breaking at the idea of him throwing away the gift I’ve given him instead of cherishing it the way I’ll always cherish him?

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WYLDER

Ishould pay attention to teaching my students, but my mind is focused on the beauty sitting in the front row. I can recite my lecture notes from memory, having taught the same class for the last three years, leaving me time to give Blaire all my attention.

I search for any mention of her throughout my day, and when I don’t get that, I’ve resorted to following her. I can’t say I’m proud of it, but I can’t seem to help myself. She consumes my every waking thought, and it’s only been getting worse. I yearn for her in a way I didn’t even know was possible until this past week.

I’ve become obsessed with anything and everything to do with Blaire Hudson. The way her eyes light with excitement when I discuss Picasso’s early works. The way she nibbles on her lower lip when she’s concentrating. The fact that she prefers the sweetness of hot chocolate in the morning over coffee.

I’ve tried to fight the urge to take her into my arms and crash our lips together, giving in to the animal desire I have for her, but then I’m reminded of what she’s done.

I can’t say that I blame her. I demand perfection from all my teaching assistants. It’s why I go through them so often.

I was a fool to believe she was after something, luring me with her sultry eyes and lithe form. Blaire is everything I could ask for in a teaching assistant. She’s courteous to the students, available to answer questions and host study groups whenever they ask. Not to mention, she can anticipate my every need. It’s as if she’s in tune with my emotions, knowing what I’m going to need before I need it.

It wasn’t until I witnessed her competence on my own that I allowed the icy walls around my heart to melt, admitting to myself I need Blaire in my life. I’ve waited impatiently, searching for the perfect time to grovel at her feet and beg her to give me another chance, and the time has come.

I cover my groan with a cough as she brushes her hair over her shoulder, sending her scent drifting across the room. My cock hardens down my leg as I reach down, attempting to adjust myself.

“Class dismissed,” I say through clenched teeth.

Stepping around the podium, I head for the door.

“I need to see you in my office,” I growl at Blaire as I pass her, not bothering to stop to ensure that she heard me.

I usually stay after class to answer questions about the lecture, but not today. Blaire will know there is something going on. My only hope is she believes it has something to do with class, not my need to bend her over my desk and shove my cock deep between her folds.

I make it part of the way to my office before I hear her melodic voice.

“Professor Scott.”

I turn around slowly, making sure to cover the hard-on pressing against the zipper of my jeans.

“You needed to see me.” Her crystal-blue eyes stare up, stealing the breath from my lungs. “Oh, the term papers.” She smiles brightly as she reaches into her bag and thrusts a stack of papers toward me. “Everyone did an excellent job, although I left you notes on a few.”

“Thank you, but I need to speak with you privately.” I respond before striding toward my office. As I get closer, I notice a boy slinking down the hallway in our direction, his entire face lighting up when he notices Blaire behind me.

“Blaire, can I talk to you for a moment?” he asks as he steps between us.

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