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)
“Oh my God.” Placing my hand under the cold water, I bring it to the back of my neck. I’m on fire and not sure if I’m mortified or just burning for this man. It’s like I’m not in control of my own body around him.
And he’s Skylar’s boyfriend, not to mention my professor, or dean, like he demands I call him. I roll my eyes, turning off the faucet to look at myself again.
My cheeks and lips are dark pink, and my chest is still splotchy from the intense orgasm, but I’m really hoping most people would simply think I look healthy.
I touch my lips, still feeling his. You have to get out of here, Alex. Stop overthinking it. You can figure everything out later. Now walk out of his bathroom and go to class. If Brett can tell a senator he was busy eating pie… I can exit this room and finish my day.
Leaning forward, I wipe away the bit of mascara under my eyes, satisfied that I look fine to leave. Then turn and slap off the light switch. I’m on a mission, and that is to put one foot in front of the other. I reach for my backpack and swing his door open to step out into the real world.
“Alex? Took you long enough.” Jordan’s voice makes me let out a yelp, and I turn to look at him. He stops walking to hold up his hands like I have a gun pointed at him.
“God, you scared me.” I sag against the closed door, my earlier high from the orgasm fading. Staring at Jordan’s concerned expression is the last thing I want to see.
“Sorry, I thought you saw me.” He laughs, moving closer, and all of a sudden, I panic. How long has he been there?
“Have you been waiting for me?” I say, trying to keep my voice calm, but what the hell? He can’t possibly have heard anything, right?
“Yeah, my next class isn’t until eleven fifteen. Come on, I’ll buy you a coffee and give you my notes so you’re not behind.” He smiles. Jordan is kind of cute with that honey-wheat blond hair and tan skin he has going for him… but compared to Brett Powers, he looks like a kid dressing up in Daddy’s expensive casual clothes.
“I can’t. I need to go to philosophy.” I push off the door, trying to act normal.
He glances at his phone. “Um, Alex, you’re already a half hour late.”
And I want to scream.
“Are you okay?” He pushes up his stylish black-rimmed glasses, his hand kind of patting my back.
“Yes, it’s just that I had no idea it was that late.” Looking around the massive hallway, I see people coming and going, but I feel guilty standing outside his office.
“Let’s go.” Jordan smiles. “I’ll even buy you a muffin. Have you had anything to eat?” And I almost start to choke as my mind instantly goes to Dean Powers saying he was busy eating pie.
“Jesus, are you all right?” Jordan leans over to look at my face, which of course is on fire.
“I’m fine. I’m just… disappointed in everything that is my life right now. It’s only day two, and I’ve been late twice, and now, I’m missing philosophy.” I shake my head as we walk.
“I mean, I worked my ass off to get into this school, and right now, I feel like I’m falling to pieces,” I mumble, not elaborating that it’s all Dean Powers’s fault.
Eliminate him, and no more issues. He warned you not to play with him… then went down on you.
“Oh God.” With a groan, I realize I said that out loud.
“Alex?” Jordan stops us at the doorway. “You need to relax, girl.” He grins as he opens the door for me, and I fight the eye roll at his slang. It doesn’t work for him, but considering he’s my only friend, I simply nod and walk into the sandwich shop.
“Coffee? Muffin? What’s ya poison?” He waggles his eyebrows at me. And all I can think of is thank God my brother is not here. Jude has limited patience for guys who try too hard to be cool.
“Coffee, black would be great, and you don’t have to buy it for me.” I swing my backpack off my shoulder and unzip it to search for my wallet.
“Nonsense, I insist. Why don’t you grab us a table.” He motions with his head. I hesitate because I can pay for myself, but given the look on Jordan’s face, I don’t have it in me to argue about a cup of coffee.
“Thank you.” I smile, as I weave around the cute wooden tables to a small one next to a large window. Sitting, I cross my legs, ignoring my still-wet panties and try to figure out my next move. I stare out the window at the beautiful day. Compared to Ohio, Southern California is like heaven on Earth, sunny, not too hot, no bugs…