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)
“No.” She looks insulted. “I got a cab. But I’m here to discuss my C—”
I stand. No way am I having this conversation here. “Let’s go. I’m taking you home.” I take her arm and pull her out of the booth.
“Wait. What? I just got here.” She stumbles into me.
I grind my teeth, her fucking tits burning a hole in my chest. Turning, I look down at her.
“You’re intoxicated, which is fine. I don’t care. But I’m not having a discussion with you on how I asked my students to write a simple paper on ideas they are passionate about. To think out of the box, not give me a textbook-perfect paper.” Placing my hand on her lower back, I move her forward.
“But…” Her voice trails off. Frowning, she bites her lower lip. “I gave you passion,” she hisses, trying to move away as we exit, the ocean making the night air cooler. I hand the valet my ticket.
“No. You gave me the same shit ninety percent of my students give me.”
“Look, that is not true. I worked my ass off to give you a perfe… an excellent paper. You’re being—”
“I’m being honest.” I cut her off, handing the valet a twenty when he steps out of my vehicle leaving the driver’s door open.
“Is this your car?” Alex stares at my matte black Audi RS e-tron.
“Stop talking and get in.” I open the passenger door for her.
“O-kay…” She rolls her eyes at me, then drops into her seat while I walk around to the driver’s seat.
“Put your seat belt on,” I grit out, not even trying to psychoanalyze myself. Nothing good can come out of this. I’m rationalizing that she needs a ride. That, and I’m trying to ignore my erection.
“I’m taking you home,” I growl. “Make an appointment on Monday during my office hours if you want to cont—”
“To Ohio?” she interrupts loudly, leaning back into my leather seats.
“What?” I pull out of the parking lot.
“Ohio. That’s my home, not your girlfriend’s house.” She props her two feet on my black leather dashboard.
Stopping the car, I stare at her, then smile. Gotta hand it to her, she’s got fucking balls.
“Forgive me.” I turn right. “I’m dropping you off at the place you’re currently staying.”
“Don’t bother,” she snaps, then looks out the window. “You know what? Stop here. I’d rather sleep on the beach than see Skylar tonight.” She drops her feet and reaches for the door handle.
“Baby doll, I’m all for thrill seeking. But I’d think twice before jumping out of a moving car.” My hands tighten on the steering wheel as I watch her hesitate before turning to me.
“Then pull over,” she spits out.
My hand almost tingles when I consider swatting her ass. She needs it. She’s drunk and being unsafe. Goddammit, has my cock ever been this hard?
“I’m not pulling over.” I shake my head, eyes glued to the road, because if I look at her…
“Well, I refuse to sleep there tonight.” She brings her purse out and sets it on her lap, pulling out her phone.
“I’ll see if I can stay with Jordan tonight. You can drop me off there.” And my jaw clenches so hard that my eye twitches.
“Or I can stay with you…” she says slyly, bringing the phone to her ear.
I glance over at her. “Put your phone away, Alexandrea.”
“Sorry, Dean Powers. I refuse to be in the same house as your girlfriend—”
“Don’t test me on this.” I glance at her, noticing the way her full puffy lips are parted, then look back at the road. “I warned you not to play with me.”
“So you don’t want to eat pie? I thought you could eat it ‘any time, all the time’?” She almost sings it.
I do a U-turn, my hands clenched so tight I could snap the steering wheel in two.
Lowering her phone, she looks out the window. “Wait. Where are we going?”
“My place.” I stare straight ahead at the dark street, nothing but the lights from storefronts on one side, and the moon bouncing off the ocean on the other.
“What?” Her voice goes up a notch as though she’s shocked.
I raise an eyebrow at her. “I’m going to fuck you. So if you’ve changed your mind and want to go home, speak now.”
“Oh… well, I haven’t.” Her voice cracks, and all this pent-up energy, this white-knuckling, is over. I’m gonna fuck her, saturate myself in her.
Because if I’m going to break the rules, I’m fucking shattering them.
I pull into my garage. “Let’s go.” Stepping out, I walk around to open her door.
She sits, biting her bottom lip, then takes my hand.
“Brett?” I look down at her. That’s the first time she’s said my first name, and I like it.
But not tonight.
I smile, reaching under her chin. “I expect you to call me Dean Powers until I say otherwise.”