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“Just stop.” She slaps her hands on the table, causing the couple to my left to look over.

“Excuse me?” My eyes narrow as I lean forward. “Did you drive?” My voice is almost a caress, yet my heart rate spikes.

“No.” She looks insulted. “I got a cab. But I’m here to discuss my C—”

I stand. No way am I having this conversation here. “Let’s go. I’m taking you home.” I take her arm and pull her out of the booth.

“Wait. What? I just got here.” She stumbles into me.

I grind my teeth, her fucking tits burning a hole in my chest. Turning, I look down at her.

“You’re intoxicated, which is fine. I don’t care. But I’m not having a discussion with you on how I asked my students to write a simple paper on ideas they are passionate about. To think out of the box, not give me a textbook-perfect paper.” Placing my hand on her lower back, I move her forward.

“But…” Her voice trails off. Frowning, she bites her lower lip. “I gave you passion,” she hisses, trying to move away as we exit, the ocean making the night air cooler. I hand the valet my ticket.

“No. You gave me the same shit ninety percent of my students give me.”

“Look, that is not true. I worked my ass off to give you a perfe… an excellent paper. You’re being—”

“I’m being honest.” I cut her off, handing the valet a twenty when he steps out of my vehicle leaving the driver’s door open.

“Is this your car?” Alex stares at my matte black Audi RS e-tron.

“Stop talking and get in.” I open the passenger door for her.

“O-kay…” She rolls her eyes at me, then drops into her seat while I walk around to the driver’s seat.

“Put your seat belt on,” I grit out, not even trying to psychoanalyze myself. Nothing good can come out of this. I’m rationalizing that she needs a ride. That, and I’m trying to ignore my erection.

“I’m taking you home,” I growl. “Make an appointment on Monday during my office hours if you want to cont—”

“To Ohio?”she interrupts loudly, leaning back into my leather seats.

“What?” I pull out of the parking lot.

“Ohio. That’s my home, not your girlfriend’s house.” She props her two feet on my black leather dashboard.

Stopping the car, I stare at her, then smile. Gotta hand it to her, she’s got fucking balls.

“Forgive me.” I turn right. “I’m dropping you off at the place you’re currently staying.”

“Don’t bother,” she snaps, then looks out the window. “You know what? Stop here. I’d rather sleep on the beach than see Skylar tonight.” She drops her feet and reaches for the door handle.

“Baby doll, I’m all for thrill seeking. But I’d think twice before jumping out of a moving car.” My hands tighten on the steering wheel as I watch her hesitate before turning to me.

“Then pull over,” she spits out.

My hand almost tingles when I consider swatting her ass. She needs it. She’s drunk and being unsafe.Goddammit, has my cock ever been this hard?

“I’m not pulling over.” I shake my head, eyes glued to the road, because if I look at her…

“Well, I refuse to sleep there tonight.” She brings her purse out and sets it on her lap, pulling out her phone.

“I’ll see if I can stay with Jordan tonight. You can drop me off there.” And my jaw clenches so hard that my eye twitches.

“Or I can stay with you…” she says slyly, bringing the phone to her ear.

I glance over at her. “Put your phone away, Alexandrea.”

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