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TEMPT

He’s a single dad and my new boss.

The man is scorching hot. His gorgeous smile and dark eyes turn me on like crazy.

Too bad he’s ten years older, with trust issues and more layers than my psych degree could ever unwrap.

I need this job, and the roof over my head. Falling into bed with him is a bad idea. Letting my heart get involved would be even worse.

But he makes me feel things I never expected to feel...

She’s my son’s nanny, and a student at the university where I’m a professor.

Watching her play with my son, hearing her laugh across the hall, seeing her walk by with those legs that would look amazing over my shoulders is delicious torment.

I should know better than to pursue this attraction, no matter how intense.

I haven’t wanted a woman since my wife died. But there's no future for me and the college senior who sleeps in the next bedroom.

I need to stay professional…but she’s too tempting.

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KAT

Nothing makes a woman feel sexy like dressing up as a stranger.

It could be the tailored white button-down shirt that skims my body.

Or the heeled Mary Janes that click on the sidewalk.

Nope, I decide as I pass a store window and do a quick once-over.It’s the glasses.

Making my new professors think I’m a serious student the first week of senior year will buy me half a letter grade come finals.

Naturally, I parked myself in the front row of every class today with my best “oh please God, keep talking about that course outline” expression.

Before I can congratulate myself further, a dark, fluffy ball darts between my legs.

The bakery box in my hands slips. It and its precious cargo tumble to the concrete.

I drop to my knees and peek inside the lid.

The contents are intact.

Thank fuck.

From this level, I spot my attacker: the tiniest rabbit ever is huddled against the planter, shielded by the leaves.

“Hey, little guy. Aren’t you handsome?”

“Shit!” A short woman runs out of the building nearby, scanning the bushes in the planters lining the street.

“He’s with you?”

“Yes.” She sighs when she sees him, kneeling down. “His name is Angel. But we might have to change it to Houdini with how much trouble he gets into. He escapes at least twice a week.”

The sign for the animal shelter registers in the corner of my eye.

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