My expensive white panties are now ruined.
My brain is contemplating sex and wondering if he’s thick-muscled everywhere. I try to think of anything and everything else to get me out of this trance that he’s put me under. Suddenly I’m off my feet as he carries me like I weigh nothing and plops me in a chair with a growl.
Before he turns to walk away, I get a glimpse of his massive bulge. Damn, is he hard? I know I’m turned on. “Think fuck-tions. Shit. I mean functions.” I totally said that out loud. In shame, my eyes move straight to the teacher. A tiny hint of a smirk comes over Mr. Stuffed Shirt’s face.
Stuffed shirt fits him, but not in the way my sister means. Holy hell, he packs muscles into a fitted T-shirt. What kind of teacher wears a T-shirt? Someone looking for attention.
Ugh. I’m annoyed at myself for being pathetically jealous because of a man, but I remember why I’m here. So while he’s getting ready to pass out the tests, I look for the things I need to use for the exam. I bust out the TI-84 calculator and two number two pencils with a piece of scratch paper. It’s been a long time since I took a test like this, but I’ve got this. I’m not going to let the sexy jerkface ruin it for me. My sister’s right about me; I’m a nerd and proud of it.
As I move around, my phone makes the water droplet sound of my notifications.
“Phones off,” the teacher growls from the large desk in the middle of the floor.
I reach in my bag to power it down, seeing my sister’s message.
Alexa: You never told me he was hot.
Me: Ditto.
Smiling, I shut it off and tuck it into my bag. Another growl comes from the teacher. Damn it, what’s his name? Whatever it is, he needs to get his throat looked at.
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.
A pencil drops onto the floor and rolls out onto the ground. I look in the direction and see it’s my little imposter and future wife. Our eyes meet, and she silently apologizes. I get up and grab it only to see her use her spare. Damn, there’s no way that’s the same girl. She actually pulled out all her supplies and extra to do the test.
I place it on her desk while stealing a peek at her test. Hmm. She has the first problem on that page correct—little sneak. Instinct tells me that Alexa Mathers has a twin sister. An almost identical twin. Doing a cursory walk around the front of the class, I make sure no one is cheating or sleeping before stealing one more look at her.
Finally returning to my desk, I pull up the school records database and search her name. Bingo. Emergency contact: Alyssa Mathers. I take down her cell that’s listed for future use. I smile to myself until I get a whiff of something so damn edible. I look up to see Ms. Mathers standing there with her paper in hand, biting down on her bottom lip. I itch to pull her lip away with my fingers and then bite it myself.
“I finished.”
Tilting my head, I cock my brow and ask, “Finished? Are you sure, Ms. Mathers?”
“Well, maybe I should look it over again.” Her eyes don’t meet mine. That pisses me off because I want to find out the color and if they’re filled with lust like they were earlier. I hadn’t missed the tension between us. I’m intrigued by this new feeling shooting through my veins.