Page 76 of The Texan's Secrets

The workshop editing had taken hours and hours, but Emilia was happy with the final product. Coders Plus had done a prelaunch marketing blitz and garnered a solid number of registrations.

They uploaded the workshop in Nick’s office and sat back in satisfaction as it went live.

“Well, that’s that,” she said and rose from her chair.

“I have a feeling it’s only the start,” he said, nodding to the screen.

They had creator access to the workshop, so they could watch any activity on it.

“Why?” she said, following the direction of his gaze.

The registration numbers were climbing by ones, and then by tens.

She sat back down. “What is happening?

“My guess? People are reading the syllabus and signing up.”

“That fast? Seriously?”

“We just hit one hundred.”

“Whoareall these people?”

“You have fans.” He wrapped an arm around her shoulders, chuckling low and planting a kiss on her temple. “I’m a fan.”

“I hope they’re not disappointed.” A moment ago she’d been happy with the workshop, but now she felt a surge of trepidation.

She was having second thoughts. Had she made the concepts clear enough? Would people be able to learn from her style of teaching? Students were encouraged to leave reviews after completing Coders Plus courses. Was she tough enough to hear their criticisms?

She’d always taken risks as a hacker. But her hacking efforts were private. If she messed something up, nobody ever found out. But this, this was about as public as she could get.

“They’re not going to be disappointed,” Nick spoke low in her ear.

“I’m having second thoughts.”

He gave her a squeeze. “Success gives you second thoughts?”

“This isn’t success.”

“Sure, it is.”

“Students finding the workshop valuable will be success. This is just curiosity.”

“You hungry?”

“Not really.” She was too nervous now to even think about anything else.

He reached for his phone. “I’m going to order something. Did you like the Thai food?”

“It was fine,” she answered absently before realizing she was insulting the restaurant. “It was good.”

The numbers on the registration field kept climbing.

“I’m feeding you,” he said, then stilled. “That’s two hundred. You’re definitely going to need your strength.”

She reached for the mouse and shrank the window. “I have to stop watching. This is freaking me out.”

He flashed a lascivious grin and leaned close again. “I have another suggestion.”

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