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“It’s all of the research I’ve done leading up to where I am right now in the project.”
I smile, thinking he’s surely fucking with me. “Like, it’s all on the laptop?”
“That laptop’s memory is completely maxed out with research.” My smile fades. “I expect you to get familiar with everything I’ve come up with so far so that you can contribute in whatever way you feel you possibly can.”
Whatever way I possibly can? I open my mouth, about to give him a good old-fashioned piece of my mind, when it hits me. He’s testing me, trying to break me down.
I scoop up the laptop in one hand and my coffee in the other. “Mind if I utilize the sofa? I have a feeling I’m going to be here for a while.”
A smirk plays on his impossibly full lips. “Be my guest.”
Once my back is turned, I roll my eyes but set a clear intention. I will not let this bastard get the best of me. In fact, by the time I’m done working under him, I’m going to be even more valuable an asset to our scientific community than he is. I hop on the sofa, cross my legs under myself and get to work, ignoring the steely gaze Dr. Jameson’s shooting in my direction.
ChapterThree
Kellan
As much asit pains me to admit it, Rebecca is an extraordinary person to have around. Not only is she whip-smart with acute observations that escape even me, but her dedication to the research is almost as obsessive as my own. It’s been two weeks, and I’m starting to wonder how I got on without her. Not only has she scoured every inch of prior research I’ve done and logged it into a more readable system, but she does it with a smile on her face.
The problem? I can’t stop thinking about her. The other night I crashed in the lab after pulling an all-nighter and woke up with a raging hard-on after having an intense sexual dream about her. She was wearing a lab coat with nothing underneath. I lifted her onto the table and spread her legs so that I could climb between them, feeling her dripping wetness against my bare stomach.
When I woke up, I was relieved to find myself alone in the lab. Rebecca hadn’t arrived yet, and God only knows what I would’ve done if she had. Since that moment, I can’t stop thinking about her naked and tasting her from head to toe.
“Dr. Jameson?”
“What?” I spin around. I didn’t even hear her walk in. The last I knew, she’d just left for lunch. How long have I been staring out the window, dreaming of pleasing my sexy grad student?
“I hate to admit this, but I’m having a little trouble with the simulations.” She sucks her full bottom lip between her teeth, and all I can think about is how I wish I could press my lips to hers.
“Show me.”
“Um…okay.” She pulls her backpack off and digs out her laptop. I move closer to her, breathing in her amber scent. “There seems to be some inconsistency with the data.” She brushes her chestnut hair over her shoulder, exposing her neck. How the hell am I supposed to concentrate when she’s got me so pent-up I could scream?
“What seems to be the problem?” I force my concentration back on the task at hand. This is a lab, for Christ’s sake. We’re working on a project that could advance the field of Astrophysics. Hell, this work is Pulitzer-worthy, and all I can think about is how much I want to fuck her tight little pussy until she yells out for more.
Her big blue eyes flicker toward mine. I immediately focus on the screen. “Aha. It looks like one of the variables is missing.” I reach for her laptop, ready to take over but stop myself. “May I?”
Her soft voice melts my soul. “Of course.” After a few keystrokes and a quick re-run of the program, the damn thing rights itself. “Holy shit.” She lets out a little laugh, covering her mouth with the back of her hand. “How did you see that so fast?”
Heat rushes to my cheeks. “It was right there in front of me.” I don’t know what else to say. I’ve always had a weird mind, the ability to point out mistakes. It’s this critical thinking skill that’s helped gotten me to where I am in the field. The same skill, however, has kept me hiding in labs all my life instead of socializing or dating.
“Well,” Rebecca leans in a little closer. Her arm brushes mine, sending a wave of heat straight through me. “I think it’s quite a skill. One I wish I were better at.”
“I’m sure you’re good at identifying problems.” When I look down, I notice the tiniest hint of cleavage popping out from the top of her t-shirt. I try to avert my eyes but can’t.
“I can identify them just fine, but solving them isn’t so easy.” She lets out a long sigh and pulls away. I resist the urge to grab her hand and pull her to me. “My whole life has been one big problem after another.” A humorless laugh escapes her lips.
“You mean before you got here to the University?”
“Up to and even now. Finding time to study, research, write this dissertation, and still hold a part-time job...” Her words trail off. “Oh Lord, I sound like a whiny little baby.”
“No.” I take a step toward her. “You don’t. You sound like someone with a goal who’ll do anything to achieve it.”
“That part you got right. Thanks again for low-key mentoring me.”
Mentoring? I never thought of it like that, but she’s totally right. It’s so wrong of me to be thinking of her in all of these dirty, compromising ways when I should be training her for a career in Astrophysics. A wave of shame washes over me.
“Well.” I clear my throat, feeling my wall reach skyscraper heights once more. “We should probably stop chit-chatting and get to work.” I turn on my heel, pulling away any attention I was throwing at her.
