“Professor Black?”
Double crap.
My whole world frays along the edges and I stumble over my lump of a tongue and inability to keep my mind from hitting the gutter the second his masculine scent wraps around my brain.
I swallow back my nerves. Or at least I try. It is hard when I can’t control my breathing nor my thudding heart.
Damn it. I am supposed to have two weeks. I need the buffer time to get my body under control for the next time I saw them.
My breath catches and I have to quickly shake my brain. They don’t know who I am. They don’t know the girl under the Queen Frost outfit and ice blue mask was me.
No Names, no pressure, I remind myself.
My eyes adjust to the darkness and I come to see a hard jawline and a brooding scowl in front of me.
Dark Eyes, or Professor Erik Black, stands back, eyes on mine, watching.
“Hey. Umm...I thought this part of the library was empty. I hope I’m not interrupting.”
“Not at all. You’re right on time.”