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Jenica Roberts was off-limits. She always had been. Always would be. It didn’t matter that she’d blossomed into a stunning woman or that she had a body meant to tempt even a saint to sin. She was Jax’s little sister. Not that she looked all that little now.
Well, she was still only five foot six, making her a good eight inches shorter than me, but somehow that just highlighted her femininity even more.
All those curves.
The ink decorating her right forearm all the way to her fingertips.
It’d been an unexpected surprise. One I found myself wanting to memorize with my tongue.
Yeah, she definitely cannot take my class.
I would end up distracted all damn semester.
This would be fine. I’d just have a chat with her and dismiss this false notion of solidarity and move on.
Easy, I thought, setting up my laptop near the podium of the classroom. Simple, even.
Except one look at her stepping through my classroom door turned that notion upside down and inside out.
Holy. Fuck.
She entered with her blonde hair pinned back into an elegant bun, a pair of glasses perched on her button nose, and a dress that hit her midthigh.
Which gave me a fantastic view of those long legs.
She used to run track in high school. It showed now as she strolled across the room without even looking at me. Maybe she hadn’t noticed I was here. Maybe she didn’t want to make things awkward by acknowledging me. Either way, I absolutely recognized her, and it would be hard as hell to concentrate through this lecture knowing that she was wearing barely any clothes.
All right. That wasn’t really fair. The dress was modest in that it lacked cleavage, but it was fitted to her curves, showcasing her flat stomach and pert tits. Thin straps held the fabric up on her slender shoulders, though I suspected the dress would stay without the adornment, as it was practically glued to her skin.
“Hey, Jen,” a redheaded male greeted as he entered, making a beeline for where she’d chosen to sit in the second row.
“Hey, Carver,” she returned, giving him a beautiful smile. “How was your holiday break?”
“Good. Boring.” He shrugged out of his bag, letting it hit the ground beside his chair as he sat beside her. “You?”
She shrugged. “Good. My brother got married.”
“Yeah?”
She nodded. “Made the holidays interesting.”
“I bet,” he replied, the two of them engaging in more small talk as others trickled into the room.
I tried not to listen to Jenica’s sweet voice as she continued speaking, but her presence drew my attention in a possessive kind of way.
I didn’t care for the way Carver kept looking at her. His dark eyes danced over her dress in obvious appreciation—an appreciation she appeared to be completely oblivious to.
So innocent, I thought, sighing.
Yet another reason I couldn’t have her.
I didn’t go for innocents. I preferred experienced females.
But a sick and twisted part of me rather liked the notion of teaching this female a few things.
Not. Happening.
I cleared my throat, calling the class to order. It was a minute or two early, but I’d never been one to stick to a schedule. Either you were early or you were late. And in this case, I had four students who were “late,” as they arrived while I was introducing myself.
