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“Stop it, this minute. You’re out of my class, Ashwood,” she yelled.
The guards reached him, each restraining an arm before he’d had a chance to smash into Ford. Which was good, because Ford was poised to break his fucking neck if he laid a hand on him.
The fact that he’d yelled at Angelina had him shaking with the urge to do real damage to the man.
“Get him out of here. Charges pending from Professor Dawn,” he barked.
Ashwood narrowed his eyes but went quietly with the guards. Only an idiot wouldn’t know he was in for a hell of a punishment from his antics here today. Ashwood knew what awaited him.
Angelina, shoulders thrown back, her head held high, watched the guards guide him out of the building.
Once the doors at the end of the corridor closed, a soft noise issued from her.
Ford let his gaze wander over her, checking for damages. Her chest was moving a lot, as if she were trying to keep from screaming, and her pulse raced in her long throat.
“Are you okay?” He kept his voice low.
Her gaze flashed to his, and her cheeks reddened.
Her blush was painful to look at. Why was she blushing? Was she embarrassed by her lack of control over the situation with Ashwood?
“You did everything right here, Professor. He’s an asshole—always has been.”
She opened her mouth and shut it again. “Get back inside, Ford. Please let the class know I’ll be there in a minute.”
With that, she turned on her heels, her normal black ones this time, and strode down the hall to the women’s room. He watched her go, his gut tight with a desire to protect her and his cock hard with the need to claim her curves for his own and erase all the bad memories that asshole just created for the woman.
He went back inside and told the class what she’d said. A couple of guys asked him about what was going out in the hallway. He didn’t fault them for coming to see for themselves since most military guys knew better than to get in a fight that wasn’t his own. Ford just said Ashwood wouldn’t be returning, and several cheers went up. They’d all put up with his heckling the professor long enough and it showed on everyone’s face.
His inner clock ticked by the seconds, and he swore she returned at the stroke of a minute. Breezing in as if she hadn’t just argued with—and kicked out—one of her students.
She was composed, her face its regular hue, her hair twisted on her nape in that perfect figure eight.
Taking a deep breath, she turned to the class and introduced the lesson for the day. Without hesitation, she launched straight into the material. Starting with a short story about a crazy scientist who had been shunned by society, but it hadn’t mattered because his discoveries had advanced science to what it was today.
All the time she spoke, she didn’t look toward Ford. He stared at her unwaveringly, wondering at her embarrassment from earlier and why she wouldn’t look at him now.
He dragged his foot across the floor, and her gaze flashed down to his boot but didn’t wander higher to his face.
Dammit, why wasn’t she looking at him?
Halfway through the lesson, his agitation got the better of him and he purposely dropped his notebook on the floor to bring her attention around to him.
This time she stared right into his eyes—into his soul. Slowly, she walked toward his table, crouched and picked up his notebook. As she set it on his desk, she said so quietly nobody could overhear, “Thank you, Ford.”
Her quiet gratitude shook him to the core. Fuck that. It was like a gut punch. Damn, she was so controlled. She adhered so strictly to the rules. Though he knew deep down there was much, much more to Angelina.
And he was damn well going to find out every detail by peeling away the layers one at a time and as slow as he could manage before sinking into her tight hole.
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“Ford, can I speak with you please?” Angelina didn’t look up as she made this request, afraid that she’d relive her fantasy from the previous night when she’d buried her fingers in her pussy to her wild fantasy of it being him giving her multiple orgasms.
As students filed out of the room, she waited, pretending to be engrossed in her class notes. Though she knew this material by heart and didn’t need them, she always had them handy. She was the woman who was always prepared for anything.
Except her feelings about Ford at this minute. Hell, since he first walked through her doors and took a seat in her class, if she were honest.
He approached her desk slowly, and she steeled herself to keep from lunging over the surface and into his arms. So silly to feel a surge of emotion for him after he’d come to her defense against Ashwood. But it made her stop lying to herself that these feelings hadn’t been brewing for months.
