Total pages in book: 49
Estimated words: 46095 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 230(@200wpm)___ 184(@250wpm)___ 154(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 46095 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 230(@200wpm)___ 184(@250wpm)___ 154(@300wpm)
But fuck that noise. I’d wanted nothing to do with any of them. Well, until her.
Until Cora.
She was beautiful without trying — almost in that way where you weren’t quite sure she even knew how much of a knockout she was. Plus she was smart as hell, and eager for knowledge in a way not all college students were. I didn’t know her, but you could see she’d fought through some shit to get to where she was. And you knew Gilman college wasn’t just “some place” she decided to go. She’d worked hard to get here, and she’d probably pinched every fucking penny to do it.
So yeah, I’d seen her, and if we’re being honest, I’d lusted over her too, for all those reasons. But the Navy had taught me discipline — something Wall Street sure as fuck hadn’t taught my best friend. I wasn’t sure what I’d have done if I’d seen some little prick slapping Cora round though, I will say that. I wanted to say I’d have done it differently than taking her home, but fuck, would I have?
I sipped my coffee, my mind wandering. I pictured her lying upstairs in his guest room — her dark brown hair splayed out across the white sheets, her soft lips parted in sleep. I pictured the sheet slipping over her shoulder, showing her pure, supple, unblemished skin. I pictured her opening her eyes, looking right at me, and biting her lip as she crooked her finger for me to join her…
God help me, my cock throbbed. The blood roared in my ears, and I could feel my balls swelling with cum.
Fuck, here I was doing what I’d just given Nolan shit for — fantasizing about damn student like the cliched creep of a teacher.
“Morning, assholes.”
We both glanced up as Max came shuffling in, almost looking worse than I felt. His pretty-boy blond hair that Nolan and I always gave him shit for was all tousled up, and his eyes looked like they were dealing with the same hangover I was.
He grumbled, raking his nails over the stubble across his jaw. He sipped his coffee, and then frowned, turning to raise a brow at the two of us.
“Awfully fucking quiet in here, gents.”
Nolan glared at me and shook his head. Max just grinned.
“Soooo, what are we talking about?”
“We have a houseguest,” I grumbled.
Max snorted. “Dude we are the houseguests.”
“No, we have another one,” Nolan growled.
“And this one's barely legal.”
Max froze, his eyes darting to me. “What?”
I cleared my throat, smiling thinly. “Yeah, someone brought a student home.”
Max whirled to Nolan, who snarled at me. “I told you to stop fucking saying that. It's not like that,” he growled to Max.
“And it’s like…how exactly?”
“She needed help. Some asshole — her boyfriend or whoever, was slapping her around. She’s got nowhere else to go, so yeah,” he glared at me. “I brought her here.”
Max turned and gave me a look. “So what's the trouble then, asshole?”
I chuckled darkly, shaking my head. “The trouble is, you haven’t seen her yet.”
Max frowned. “I haven’t— oh.” He turned and raised a brow at Nolan. “Oh it’s like that is it?”
“Fuck you two,” he spat back. “No, it’s not.”
“Keep telling yourself that,” I grumbled. I eyed him, the wheels turning inside my head. I knew my friend, and he wasn’t telling the whole story here. He was hiding something and holding something back. Maybe it was something small — a little detail or whatever — but him not telling the whole truth had me trying to look inside his head.
Because this could be bad. The problem was, this wasn’t just a problem for Nolan. It was going to be a problem for me too.
6
Cora
I woke up in a strange bed.
I blinked, sitting up quickly and darting my eyes around the big, sun-drenched room before I remembered where I was.
Oh, right, I’m here.
Nolan Jameson’s house, in his guest room. I was in the house of the gorgeous stranger who I screwed last night, who — surprise — is my college professor.
I groaned, sinking back into the pillows and pulling the blankets up over my burning face. What the hell had I been thinking? I’d never done anything remotely close to that, and especially not with a freaking stranger. What on earth had possessed me to decide to jump into the crazy pool last night?
I closed my eyes, hoping for a second that I could just wish this all way. But slowly, I stopped myself. Because actually, when I started to think about it. I didn’t want that. Even as mortifying as it’d been to come face to face with the man I’d lost myself with and realized who he was — for my professor who always saw me as the good girl book worm to see me like that.