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“I’m so sorry, sir. I got lost.”
My jaw unclenched at the soft feminine voice, slightly breathless from running and shaky from nerves. My body turned first, then my head, and then…
Then I got my first look at the most breathtaking creature I’d ever seen. Beautiful, and soft, and lovely. Sweet. Innocent.
Short, soft legs, round hips, a plump little body, hidden beneath a short brown corduroy skirt. A cream-colored V-neck shirt tucked into it, barely hiding full breasts that I imagined were peaked with tight little nipples, the softest hue of pink to them. Her dark brown hair, naturally curly and messy, hit her soft jaw, straight bangs sitting across her forehead. Deep red, full pouty lips parted, and her massive blue doe-eyes stared up at me, her cheeks flushed and freckles stark against her pale skin. A worn leather messenger bag hung on her shoulder, weighed down with books and other supplies.
Fuck. She was like a goddess—the goddess of innocence and all things pure. I wanted to corrupt her. Drag her into the darkness, into the vile underworld with me.
“Quite alright,” I said softly, smiling at her. I shifted more behind the large desk, hiding the lower half of my body.
Luck kept my secrets in the past, but if I ventured down this path—even a path of infatuation from afar—luck wouldn’t be so kind to me again. I knew that. Yet I couldn’t help the magnetic pull I felt toward this girl.
“Find a seat.” I waved my hand at the crowded hall, and she dipped her head, her shoulders rolling in to make herself smaller as she rushed forward between the aisles of desks and found a spot near the back. People stared at her; the interruption more entertaining than whatever I was talking about.
Which was fair. She was gorgeous and incredibly distracting. But I needed to get myself and every other red-blooded man in this room on the right path again.
So I cleared my throat, clapping my hands together loud enough to draw attention. Slowly, they shifted their collective gaze to me. I kept a bland smile on my face as I stared back at them, waiting until I had all eyes on me before I continued.
“As I was saying…” I trailed off, unable to stop myself from looking at her again.
Who was she? What was her name? Had she really gotten lost, or was that a lie?
Shaking myself, I forced the next words out. “This is Classic English Lit. Is everyone supposed to be here?” I looked around expectantly, but everyone stared blankly back at me, blinking their dreary eyes. Letting out a long sigh, I sat in the leather chair behind my desk and turned toward my laptop to begin roll call, something I liked doing on the first day of class so I could put faces to names.
As I began, my stomach churned with anticipation. When would I get to her name? With each name she didn’t call “Here!” for, I felt more sweat gather along my brow. I wanted to know how her name would sound coming from my lips, how it would sound when I groaned it as I slid inside her.
I shook my head. Stop it. I couldn’t keep thinking that way.
“Winona Beckett.”
A pause, then a soft, lilting voice from the back of the room. “Here.”
Winona.
What a fucking name.
My gaze lifted, clashing with hers, and the moment suspended in mid-air as we stared at each other. I couldn’t look away. It was like she’d caught me in her web, and I was helpless to do anything but lie back under her scrutiny.
Then she lowered her eyes and tucked her hair behind her ear in a way that was different. It wasn’t practiced. It wasn’t meant to be sensual or flirty. It was genuine shyness. The blush across her round cheeks was real, and the smile she tried to hide was…real.
She was real.
The spell broke, and reality crashed around us. I felt more eyes on me, felt the judging stares, the questioning looks they passed each other. Or were they just regular looks? Did they know what had just happened? The spark between us?
But they couldn’t. These people had no idea of the scandal at my last school. They hadn’t the faintest clue, not even an inkling, that the professor sitting in front of them had a penchant for barely-legal, sweet girls, like the one currently sitting in the back of this classroom. I was just a stranger to them, with an unknown history. And that was my only saving grace. Because if they knew, they’d be running for the hills—that sweet girl, Winona, would be running as far and fast as she could away from me. Not looking at me through thick lashes, the same way she would when she had a thick cock down her throat.
I shook myself. I had to be more careful. I couldn’t let my addiction get in the way of this job. Not again.
I looked out at the sea of faces and continued calling names, trying my hardest to ignore the temptress near the back row.
Chapter Two
Undoing the top few buttons of my shirt, I tossed my suit jacket on the back of the sofa and sank onto it. Sighing, I brought the glass of whiskey to my lips and took a long sip, grimacing slightly. Though my check was decent, Madeline was still owed most of it. Which meant I couldn’t afford the nice whiskey I was used to, so Jack was quickly becoming a close friend. It wasn’t great, but it got the job done after a long day.
And today, I needed something to take the edge off.
I glanced at my phone sitting on the coffee table in front of me; the alcohol burning its way down my throat. The letters all blurred together from this distance, but I could recite the words by heart.
