Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 83760 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 419(@200wpm)___ 335(@250wpm)___ 279(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83760 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 419(@200wpm)___ 335(@250wpm)___ 279(@300wpm)
But he’s not—not at all.
He’s also sadly mistaken if he believes I’ll drop his class because he demanded it. I almost smile as I cross my legs. I have no intention of giving him that satisfaction. I deserve to be here as much as anyone else.
BRETT
She’s got guts, I’ll give her that. But she can’t possibly think I’ll allow her to stay in this class. The only reason my headache was starting to subside from all the booze I drank was because she was not here.
But now? Walking in almost a half hour late, again? With her nose stuck in the air, spinning as she sits to tease me with a view of her long, tan legs?
Fuck. My pulse pounds in my temples. I’m in a shit mood, and that’s sugarcoating it. I might be in one of the worst moods of my life.
Rolling my neck, I feel it crack as I try to relax my jaw. It’s clenched so hard my teeth ache. Fucking waking up confused with Skylar trying to kiss me was bad enough. I can blame that decision on mixing my alcohol to drown out visions of a dark-haired beauty with puffy red lips.
But then to walk out and find the actual dark-haired beauty standing in Skylar’s kitchen, dressed in a tight lavender dress, spilling coffee all over the counter and saturating not only herself, but also me. It’s almost comical.
I didn’t even put up a fight when Skylar insisted she drop me off at my place. All I could think of was get the hell out of there. Since apparently Alex seems to be my own kryptonite.
Not that it means I’m going to stay away. No, the universe seems not to want that to happen. Maybe, I should just accept that I want to fuck her. I’m beginning to think the more I deny myself, the more this obsession will grow, and that’s making me angry.
Yet I’m not an angry man, for fuck’s sake. I consider myself a lucky man. I have a job I love. I’m healthy, my parents and brother are great, and I’m preparing to become one of the youngest head deans ever. Christ, my latest published paper, “Getting Off the Grid,” will more than likely win me a Nobel Prize. I’ve dedicated my life to engineering technology solutions to save our planet, so to have my dick betray me this way over this one particular cunt is unacceptable.
Unacceptable.
Yeah, all this drama needs to stop. My eyes focus on the large clock at the back of my room as the bell finally rings. A surge of adrenaline spikes through me as I turn to load my laptop into my bag. In my peripheral vision, I notice her laughing with Jordan again.
Take it easy, I remind myself as I straighten, cracking my knuckles as she swings her backpack on her shoulder, then leans over for her phone. Her backpack makes her dress ride up slightly and Jordan instantly checks out her legs and ass.
“Jordan, you have somewhere to be,” I say, amid the loud voices and the sound of feet scraping across the floor as my students leave.
“Actually, I was gonna wait for Alex.” He smiles at her, but it fades as he looks at me.
“Ms. Carter has somewhere to be also,” I inform him, daring him to do anything but leave. Easy, Brett. It’s all I can do to look away. Otherwise, I might do something I’ll regret, like attack a student.
“I’ll see you later for notes, Jordan.” Alex sounds way too cheerful. She can’t possibly like that punk, can she? I don’t need to look up to know she’s getting close—I can smell her.
“You wanted to see me?” Her voice reveals her annoyance, but I ignore her until I’m done shoving all my shit into my bag.
“Yep. This won’t take long,” I hiss, grabbing her elbow and propelling us toward the door, aggravated that my cock is so hard that it’s uncomfortable to walk.
Her eyes dart up to mine as she bites her bottom lip. I escort her toward my office, stopping at the door. I nod at a student, then look down at her, and for a second, she robs me of all oxygen.
She’s flawless, skin glowing like sweet cream, hair wild and spilling over both shoulders, but it’s her eyes that make a man like me need to stay away.
Jesus Christ, what was I thinking? I shouldn’t be alone with her. The way I’m feeling…
“Let’s make this quick. We both have places to be,” I growl, swinging the door open and dipping my head to inhale her as she breezes past me. Which pisses me off, so I take it out on the door and slam it.
Keep it together, Brett. You’re just hungover and in need of Advil and fluids.