Total pages in book: 15
Estimated words: 13606 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 68(@200wpm)___ 54(@250wpm)___ 45(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 13606 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 68(@200wpm)___ 54(@250wpm)___ 45(@300wpm)
The alarm on my phone buzzes and pulls me back to the present as the allotted time I gave the students to read ends. Unfortunately, class time is nearly over, and students begin packing their bags before we have much of a chance to discuss the reading.
“Come prepared to discuss Nightfall and The Yellow Wallpaper Wednesday,” I say to them as they file out of the room. “Participation is a large part of your grade!”
The only student left behind is Grace. She stands behind her desk, giving me a full view of her ass in the tiny denim shorts she wears, strategically stacking textbooks in her bag.
“Need a hand with that?” I ask her, walking over to her and kneeling to pick up her books off the floor.
I hesitate before standing for a moment, thinking about how badly I wish I could taste her right here. She stares down at me with a smile on her face as she watches me.
“I should be able to get it to my car from here,” she says, nodding at me to thank me for the help.
I turn away from her and walk back to the desk before she can see the bulge forming in my pants. Just being inches away from her was intoxicating. She smells like citrus and honey. I badly want to reach out and touch her skin.
“I promise I won’t be late like today again,” she says. “I’ve been on the waitlist for this class for two years, and I don’t want to mess it up.”
“Two years? That’s a long time to wait,” I say, grabbing my briefcase and covering my groin with it subtly. “I hope I live up to your expectations, Miss Simmons.”
Grace stares at me with a soft smile, watching as my eyes survey her body. She doesn’t shy away from my gaze, and that only makes my desire stronger. I can’t help but wonder if she wants me as much as I want her.
“I doubt you could,” she replies, approaching the desk with her hands behind her back, pushing her breasts out slightly. “I’ve read all of your work, and I’m very impressed by it. I’d love to learn anything I can from you.”
I look down at her face, seeing the eagerness in her eyes, and contemplate my next words carefully. “Well, Miss Simmons, my office hours are listed on the syllabus. I’d love for you to come by.”
I grab another syllabus from my bag and hand it to her, raising an eyebrow as I do. Grace subtly licks her bottom lip as she takes it and smiles at me before turning around and walking back to her desk. I watch her as she moves, admiring the sway of her hips and the outlines of her curves. As I’m watching her, she looks over her shoulder and smiles at me, well aware of everything I’m thinking.
She walks out of the room, and all I can think of is how badly I want her. How badly I need her to be mine.
2
GRACE
Dr. Griffin is more than anything I imagined him to be. The author's photos in his books don’t do him justice at all. He’s tall with broad shoulders, and I can’t stop imagining how firm and toned his body must be. His dark brown hair is neatly combed back, and his blue eyes practically ignite when he looks at me. I’ve always been a good student, but I could hardly focus sitting across from him. I don’t know if it’s my attraction to him or the admiration I have for his talent, but I can’t get him off my mind.
I fell in love with his writing the first time I read his book, The Red Eyes of Dusk. It became one of my favorite books of all time, and after that, I started reading everything he's ever worked on. The only reason I applied to the school was because I knew he taught here. Of course, there are plenty of other great things about the university, but to me, Dr. Griffin is the best. As a freshman, I'd been trying to get into one of his classes, but the selection process didn’t favor newer students. Nevertheless, I was on the waitlist every semester. Finally, in my junior year, I got to take my first class with him.
If it weren't for him, I would have more than likely gone to a much more affordable university closer to home, like my parents wanted me to. Thankfully, I have a scholarship that pays about 75% of my tuition. If it weren't for that scholarship, I might not even be able to attend. Then, I would have never met Dr. Griffin.
The next day, I find my mind drifting back to Dr. Griffin during every other class I have. When it comes to calc, I can’t focus on a word the professor says. I sit in the back of the classroom, remembering how Dr. Griffin watched me the day before.