When I manage to tear myself away from taking Buzzfeed quizzes and watching unhealthy amounts of TV, I write romance and smut. My works feature alpha males, sexy times, and/or my sarcastic sense of humor.
I hail from Cleveland, aka the best freaking city in the world, and believe LeBron James is the perfect human being. Despite all of my efforts, I have never truly been able to quit caffeine. My favorites include Taylor Swift, Florence + the Machine, and SHINee. I love to hate/hate to love k-dramas. If I say I’m on a diet, I’m just lying to you and myself. One of these days, I'm going to get hypertension from an excess of salt, both literal and figurative. If I'm awkward around you, I probably don't know what to say to you and/or I think you're hot. And despite what anyone says, Forrest Gump so deserved that Oscar over Pulp Fiction.
My lip quivers as I whisper, "Please...please don't..."
"Please don't what, Miss Lee?"
I suck in a breath when he invades my personal space. If he took just two more steps, our bodies would be touching. Stupidly, my body gets a thrill out of this observation.
Though I don't exactly have the highest opinion of Professor Handler's teaching skills, I can't deny that he's one good-looking man. He has gorgeous green eyes that could undress you with a glance, silky brown hair that belongs in a glossy shampoo ad, and a tall body that looks mighty fine in his black suit, a suit that I know for a fact is covering six-pack abs (I might or might not have looked up his Instagram account).
He stares at my hand. Like an idiot, I'm still holding the answer key. A corner of his mouth curves up. "Were you planning to cheat on the upcoming exam?"
I drop the answer key like the paper has the ability to give me a second-degree burn. "I, um, well, I..." God, I might as well tattoo, Cheater, cheater, pumpkin eater, on my forehead.
"Is there any way you could not tell anyone about this?" I ask. Probably a futile question.
To my surprise, he says, "I'm willing to keep this a secret, but..."
I widen my eyes when he plays with a lock of my hair. Is a professor allowed to do that?
"You might not like my proposal." A wicked smile appears on his face. "Or you might like it very much."
WORD COUNT: 5,200
A sexy short story about a young woman and her handsome professor!
Título : Caught by My Professor: An Age Gap Romance
EAN : 9798201713119
Editorial : Isla Chiu
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