My mobile rings as I'm parking my hired car in the metered lot on campus. I shut off the engine and answer the call.
"How is it going?" Rick asks. "Have you gotten expelled for seducing coeds yet?"
I grimace. My brother is joking, and he has no idea what I did last night, but his attempt at humor makes me feel…slightly sick.
"No, I've been a good boy," I say. "Don't you have anything better to do than harass me?"
"You're in a mood, aren't you?"
"Did you want something, or is this strictly a harassment call?"
"All right, Nick, calm down. I'm sorry. I had no idea you were so anxious about school."
But it's not school causing me stress. "I have to go, Rick. Class is about to start."
"Are you sure you're all right?"
"Fine, yes, thank you."
My brother finally says goodbye, and I make my way into Rathbone Hall and the classroom where Siobhan is already waiting. A few students have arrived too. I take my seat in the front row.
Siobhan glances at me but immediately swerves her gaze away.
Yes, I'm about to get schooled in more ways than one.
Chapter Ten
Siobhan
How I survive teaching business analytics this morning, I have no idea. Nick is sitting there looking sexy and edible. He tests my willpower even when he's just listening to my lecture. Is he taking notes? I see him typing on his computer, so I think he must be taking down everything I say. Every time our gazes collide, I get warm and tingly all over. My mind tortures me with memories of last night, when Nick had touched, licked, nibbled, and sucked on every part of my body. God, sex with him is incredible.
Stop fantasizing about Nick Hunter.
I'm usually excellent at heeding my mental commands, but today, I can't stop sneaking peeks at Nick. Can't stop remembering last night either. Or this morning. Waking up with Nick had been so…nice.
He finishes typing something on his laptop and looks up at me, his lips curled in the faintest of smiles. He tips his head to the side and skims his gaze over my entire body.
Then he winks.
Why is he looking at me that way? I doubt anyone else saw him wink, but honestly, he's not behaving like a studious, uh, student. He's acting like the man who screwed me for hours last night.
Maybe I'm reading too much into his expression.
I manage to give my lecture without stumbling over my words or forgetting what I just said a millisecond ago. Do I keep my eyes off Nick? Mostly. He is sitting in the front row, and he's the hottest student in the class, so yeah, I can't completely ignore his presence. I think it's one of Newton's laws—any sexy British particle will attract every female particle whether a woman likes it or not.
But I loved being with Nick last night. We created our own little supernova in that bedroom.
The second I announce class is over, everyone except Nick rushes out of the room. He stays seated until every last student has left, then he unfurls his gorgeous body from his chair and saunters over to my desk, leaning against it.
Naturally, he's wearing a suit. The dark-blue one from Friday. And of course, he has the first three buttons of his shirt undone. The man looks like a model, not an overage college student.
I want to throw him down on this desk and rip open his fly.
My inappropriate lust has gotten so much worse. I know what it feels like to have sex with Nick Hunter, and that's not the kind of knowledge a woman can erase from her memory.
But he's just standing there, leaning against the desk, watching me.
"Did you have questions about the lecture?" I ask while I fight the overpowering urge to look at him.