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Maybe.
I reviewed my request, my gut churning a little at flat-out lying to my advisor about my intentions. It also made me feel like I was somehow cheating on my actual aspirations, or maybe even cheating someone out of a spot in the course, but it wasn’t full and I really did think it would be interesting.
If nothing more than because Pierce would be the professor.
However, it would also be intriguing to see him in a leadership role. He’d always maintained an “in control” air about him, which only made me want to worship him more. Which was probably why I found myself drawn to dominant men—they all reminded me of Pierce.
Except none of my exes had been able to maintain that dominance in a way that had held my interest.
Because I was hopelessly, stupidly, in love with a man I couldn’t have.
But maybe I could convince him otherwise next semester when I showed up for his class.
I hit Send on my email and leaned back against my headboard, a grin playing over my lips.
Professor Pierce. Yes. That had a very nice ring to it indeed.
Chapter Two
PIERCE
FOUR WEEKS LATER
Jenica Roberts.
I read the name on repeat all day, my gut clenching each time.
She’d signed up for my class. Her name was on the damn roster.
Jenica Roberts is going to be my student.
No. No fucking way.
It’d been hard enough to keep my eyes off of her at the wedding, to ignore the way that tight bridesmaid dress had accented all her feminine curves.
Fuck. It made me hard just thinking about it. That slit up her right leg had been designed purely to torture me. The way it had moved as she walked down the aisle, giving me a sweet peek at the long legs beneath the silky fabric.
The groomsman she’d been paired with had sure as fuck noticed.
Hell, every single male in attendance that wasn’t a family member had noticed. She’d been the most beautiful woman in the room. The poor bride hadn’t stood a chance against the allure of Jenica Roberts.
And now Jenica was enrolled in my course.
She’d probably taken it thinking it was a favor to me or a way to show her support.
Well, I’d just pull her aside after class, say “thanks,” and tell her to take something more suitable to her interests. Not that I really knew much about her studies anymore. We hadn’t exactly kept in touch much outside of the usual social media posts.
Her brother kept me updated.
But he had never mentioned her major.
So, naturally, I’d looked it up in the system after reviewing the roster—International Marketing and Global Business.
The same degree I’d sought when enrolled here.
Something about that made me warm inside.
Which I couldn’t afford to feel.
