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I hand it back to him then wiggle my fingers. “Later.”
I turn to head into the classroom, nearly bumping into him when he does the same.
I frown, my eyebrows drawing together in confusion. “This is me.”
He looks at me for a minute like he can’t quite process my words. “You?”
I laugh. “My class.” I hook a thumb toward the lecture hall, moving to go in. “Right in here.”
The look on his face makes my stomach drop. Because he follows me in, right on my heels. “This is my class,” he says, his voice heavy with disappointment.
It takes me a minute to fully realize what he means. But when he continues passing by me and heads for the desk at the front of the lecture hall, it’s all totally clear. It’s his class.
As in he’s the professor. And I’m the student.
Fuck.
Oliver
“I’m Oliver Mason, a grad student here at NYU, and I’ll be your professor this semester.” I address the class as calmly as I can.
But I can hardly focus on going through my standard introduction and syllabus explanation as I stand at the front of the lecture hall. I can’t keep my eyes from going back to her over and over, the realization pissing me off. This girl—Ana, according to the class roster—is my student.
I want to grind my teeth together. It shouldn’t upset me as much as it does. I mean, I don’t even know her. We literally spent fifteen minutes talking to each other. But I’m not gonna lie. I was seriously excited about the idea of having coffee with her later.
And now I can’t.
From the minute she opened her mouth on the train, I was fascinated. Totally drawn in. Not just because she’s fucking sexy, those long, long legs so smooth and tempting. But because I can tell she’s way more than the flirty image she puts off.
I sigh and try to get this over with. When I’m done, breezing through the first day bullshit in record time, I ask, “Okay, anyone have any questions about anything?” I just want to get out of here.
And of course, her hand flies up. I meet her eyes. Teasing. Laughing. Taunting. I want to groan. She’s going to make this semester hell for me. I can just feel it.
“This end of semester project? The study of social mores. Are there any limitations to what we can explore?”
I’m torn between feeling dread at what she might say next and being totally turned on that she seems to get this stuff. This topic that I love so much. I can just tell she’s as into it as I am. That’s sexy as hell to me.
Shoving down the thought, I answer her
warily. “That depends. What do you have in mind?”
“I was thinking I might explore the reasoning behind taboo relationships. How it evolved, why it’s still an issue today, why they matter.” She pauses, her eyes full of meaning as she stares right at me. “Or why they don’t. You know, discuss why it might be okay to push the boundaries a little.”
Fuck.
Her words are heavy with insinuation. Like she’s daring me to push those limits with her.
A smirk threatens to disrupt the aloof calm I’m barely maintaining. She’s something else. I reach up and scratch my temple with my index finger as I contemplate a safe way to answer her. Then I say the least safe thing I possibly could.
“I think that’s an excellent idea. I’d love to see where your thoughts fall on that topic.”
She smiles as if that’s exactly what she wanted me to say.
And I’m so fucked. Because I want to push the boundaries when it comes to her. Even though it’s the stupidest thing I could possibly do.
Then I must lose my sanity completely with the next words that fall from my lips, as if I have no control over my own brain. “In fact, why don’t you see me after class and we can discuss this further.”
Ana bites her lip, obviously fighting a smile as her eyes flash with satisfied amusement while she simply nods.
