Total pages in book: 13
Estimated words: 12297 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 61(@200wpm)___ 49(@250wpm)___ 41(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 12297 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 61(@200wpm)___ 49(@250wpm)___ 41(@300wpm)
He stands abruptly, stomps to the rows, and hands the first person in that row a stack of exams and then says, “Pass them back. Leave the extras on the side, I’ll go around and collect them once the test starts.”
“If I catch any cheating, you will fail automatically.” He says that last bit in front of me. I sheepishly look up and take the papers from him, quickly dropping my eyes. He clears his throat and moves along. Seriously, he must have a cold coming.
I do my best to ignore the attraction and focus on the test in front of me. The equations come to me quickly, and I work my ass off to finish the test as fast and as accurately as possible. I’d hate for my sister to fail because I’d been too preoccupied with the handsome professor.
Chapter 2
Bennet
What the motherfucking hell is going on, and who the hell is that little thing pretending to be Alexa Mathers? I know without a doubt that something strange is going on.
I felt a strange possessiveness over her from the second she entered the room
What the fuck is wrong with me? I knew that my career as a professor was coming to an end, but shit, that doesn’t mean I have to go around ready to hump one of the students. I’ve never reacted to students like the way I’m responding to the new Ms. Mathers. Her long dark hair’s in a ponytail that I felt like tugging on while riding her from being.
When Summers put his hands on her, I wanted to break every fucking finger of his and then slam his head into his desk. My dark side hasn’t come to the forefront of my thoughts in years.
I nearly came in my pants when she fell into my arms. I only held onto her as long as I did because I didn’t want anyone to see how hard she made me. Some of these girls in this class are too eagle-eyed for their own good. Like men, when it comes to seeing tits and ass, these girls straight ogle the guys—especially in basketball shorts or joggers. Luckily, I sat her and turned on a dime, so people wouldn’t spot that my dick had the nerve to want to break through my pants.
As a former mercenary, I’ve always been disciplined and never lusted after a woman like this. She has my attention, and I’m afraid that my will won’t last long. I want to toss her over the large black desk with the audience full of horny boys as I breed her with total abandon, so everyone knows she’s mine.
This is Alexa’s third time taking the same class with me, although the first time, she pretty much didn’t show up and failed everything.
I think she’s in her early twenties now, but even though she’s ten years my junior or more, I want her.
Finally, I manage to control my raging hard-on enough to stand again, which pisses me off even more because that means the test is starting late. I’m not a man for ruining timely schedules. As I pass the exams out, I do my best to think of anything but how pink her pussy is under those jeans and if she likes older guys.
Fuck, I nearly destroy the tests in my hand, thinking of her with another man. I’ve waited my entire life to find someone to make me feel this way. This little woman makes me want to do anything for her.
How? I can’t figure out how I’ve known this girl two years, and not once was I remotely attracted to her. Now, I’m willing to drop to my knees and beg her to be mine. I walk around and pick up the excess of exams at the back of the room. Checking the clock, I have less than two hours to figure out this attraction before she leaves.
My heart beats faster as she moves through the test relatively quickly for her usual. Then again, if she knows she’s going to fail the damn thing, she’s rushing through it to avoid wasting her time. I should be focusing on the class, but my eyes dart toward her every few seconds.
Needing a distraction, I pull out my laptop. I have at least an hour before the first student finishes—usually that’s either Ben Lee or Sandra Johnson. They practically ace everything I give them and flip out if they don’t do well. It’s a little scary how freaked out they get, but I understand the need for perfection.
I’ve perfected the art of a kill while earning a teaching degree. It’s been three years since I started at this small-town college, and although I like the quiet life, I haven’t forgotten my ways. Immediately, I think of ways to kill anyone who comes between us.