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)
Taking a step closer to me, she holds up her hands. “Yes, it is. I may not have actually declared it as a major, but Professor—”
“Dean,” I correct her. Her scent invades me. Fucking coconut, like a warm day at the beach, where, out of nowhere, the ocean breeze entices you with that scent.
I want to take my tongue and lick her…
“Dean Powers, to you. I don’t think this class is the right fit for you.” My tone remains tight, dismissive. “I wish you the best of luck.”
I step around the table to gain some much-needed space. Christ, it’s a good thing my shirt is not tucked in.
“Oh.” Her lips form a perfect O, and all I can think of is grabbing the back of her hair tight as she drops to her knees and I shove my cock deep into that O.
“You can go,” I hiss at her stunned face.
Spinning on her tennis shoes, she moves to the exit, and I watch her ass in her tight jeans leave, the door slamming with finality.
“Perfect,” I say under my breath and pack my laptop into my bag, wondering if I should go to my office and jerk myself off, release some poisons, even though not more than three hours ago I shot my wad down Misty’s throat.
I’m wound up. I’ve never had this kind of instant attraction to a woman, much less a student.
Ever.
I’m sure it’s mostly because I can’t have her. That must be what’s making me detour from my lab, where I have a full day of meetings and calls, to my office. This won’t take long. A couple of fast, hard jerks, and all this blue balling will be gone.
Maybe this weekend I’ll take my dirt bike out into the desert and race? Too bad Jett is on his honeymoon. My brother is always fun to compete against.
I round the corner only to see Skylar standing next to my office door, and I almost laugh, because are you fucking kidding me? All I want to do is close my eyes and see long brown hair and red lips while I fucking stroke my cock.
Not her.
“Skylar.” I nod, inserting my key.
“Congratulations, Head Dean Powers,” she purrs as I swing the door open and turn to look at her. She’s the opposite of what I want right now. Nothing about her pretty face does anything for me. In fact, my erection deflates.
“Thanks. I have no idea what you’re talking about,” I gripe, pissed that she’s standing here, smiling with her red lips and way-too-made-up face.
“Brett, it’s me. You know I know about you getting the head dean position. You don’t have to pretend with me.” She bats her blue eyes, and I almost laugh. Instead, I walk in, turning on my lights.
“O-kay, clearly you don’t want to talk about it.” She walks behind me, and my nose twitches at her perfume. It’s not that it’s repulsive; it’s that I’m being unreasonable and want coconuts and warm beaches, not flowers and patchouli.
“Are you mad at me?” she whines as I dump my bag on the large wooden desk.
“No, why would I be?”
“You’re acting… different.” She bites her lower lip, a strand of blond hair falling over one shoulder.
“Skylar, I’m no different than I’ve ever been. This is me. I never lied to you.” My voice remains flat, monotone, as if I have a thousand other things to do than speak to her. I cross my arms, waiting.
She sighs and looks up at the ceiling, then back at me. “I know. I’m sorry. That’s kind of why I stopped by. I wanted you to know I’ve had some personal issues lately, and I guess I probably drank a little too much wine…” She takes a step closer as I stare at her, realizing I don’t even care enough to confront her about all the incessant texts and voicemail messages.
“I’m late.” I nod and move around to my desk, hoping she has enough sense to fucking leave.
She doesn’t. Of course, she doesn’t.
“Wait, Brett, I value our friendship more than anything else…” Her voice drifts off, and I can’t look at her. Nodding, I open my drawer for a pad of paper and toss it in my bag, giving up on masturbating.
I move toward the door and turn toward her. “Friends works for me.” With a smile, I cock my head at her, waiting for her to move.
“Good.” She smiles. “I guess I’ll see you around then.”
“Yep.” I clench and unclench my jaw as she moves at a snail’s pace. Can she drag this out more? Now that I won’t be jerking myself off, I’m in complete work mode. I need to get ready for my call to New York.
“Are you going to the fundraiser tonight?” Her hand absently touches my chest as she passes. Shit. I had forgotten about that. Now that I am the head dean, I have to go, and she knows it.