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I was officially between a rock and a hard place. With no other option, I agreed, and Dr. Francis provided me with Dr. Armstrong’s lecture schedule. At least I had a few hours to work on my plan of seduction before his first lecture.
And now, here I stand like a complete idiot, with my hot British summer fling staring me right in the face.
“Julian?” My voice is almost a gasp.
I want to run and wrap myself around him, but I resist because fifty freshman students are gaping at us.
“You’re my teaching assistant? What in the bloody hell do they think they’re doing?” His deep voice is like silk gliding over my body, sending goosebumps up my arms.
I look around the room, double checking that all eyes are still on us. “I guess so.”
He clears his throat and shakes his head. “We will discuss this with Dr. Francis after my lecture.”
He wets his index finger between his lips and peels off a syllabus from the stack on the table in front of him.
Jesus, the places his mouth has been.
He holds the packet out to me, and I walk slowly toward him. I’m so eager for any kind of contact, I almost trip on my way to take it.
“Have a seat in the back and read through this.” He’s professional now, snatching his hand away as soon as I have the syllabus.
He begins his lecture without missing a beat, and I hurry to find an empty seat in the back of the lecture hall. I settle into my seat as quietly as possible before giving him my full attention.
How could I not? The man is academic sex on a stick. His dark hair is neatly styled, and I spy the strands of silver close to his temples. My fingers flex as I remember how thick his hair felt gripped tightly in my hands.
The sleeves of his white button-down shirt are already rolled up, revealing muscled forearms, and his navy-blue trousers fit his trim waist perfectly. Silently, I pray for him to turn around because the man has the ass of a god.
My eyes flick around the room, taking notice of the way every student is paying attention to Julian. They’re hanging on every word coming from his delicious, devilish mouth. All he’s doing is providing them with a bit of context about Shakespeare’s background, but the smooth baritone of his voice is demanding enough to earn their attention.
My body trembles at the memory of him using a similar tone with me, gently commanding me to kneel before him. I was so eager and willing to please him, to do anything for one touch, one kiss. It didn’t take him long to have me eating out of the palm of his hand.
And it doesn’t take him long to have these students enamored.
I was sent on a mission to seduce Dr. Armstrong into accepting me as his new TA, but it seems too easy.
No, I won’t be seducing Dr. Julian Armstrong. I’ll be on my knees, begging him for a second chance.
