"No, Siobhan, I understood every word you said and took note of it." He pats the laptop case he has slung over one shoulder. "I made notes with this. I believe it's called a computer?"
He says that like he's never spoken the word computer before, but I know he's teasing me. Everything he says and does makes me horny. I need to get a grip. Right now.
So I stuff my papers and pen into my bag and zip it shut. "I'll see you tomorrow, Mr. Hunter."
I start to walk past him, but he lashes an arm around my waist, pulling me close. "You will not treat me like your live sex toy."
Though I should tell him to let go of me, I like feeling his hard body against mine. I like it too much. My body decides that means I want to get wet, which I absolutely do not want to do right now. "Please, Nick, let it go. I can't be seen fraternizing with a student."
"Of course not." He nuzzles my neck. "I love that you're still wearing my shirt."
I've got it tucked inside my waistband now, but yeah, I'm wearing a shirt that smells like him.
Nick lets go of me. "I'll see you tomorrow, Dr. Griffin."
He walks out the door.
Was it my imagination, or did he sound annoyed and slightly wounded when I told him I can't fraternize with him? His expression had stayed neutral, but his voice sounded…different. He agreed to a clandestine affair. How can he be annoyed because I'm sticking to our arrangement?
He said he would see me tomorrow.
I need him tonight. Right now, actually.
But I have more lessons to plan and another class to teach before lunch. Once I finish those tasks, I try to organize my desk. Maybe it doesn't strictly need organizing, but I'll take any excuse to distract myself from thoughts of…that British man. I can't even think his name, which is childish. For heaven's sake, I'm a mature woman who can handle the aftermath of unbelievably hot sex with an inappropriate man.
Nick Hunter doesn't feel inappropriate, though. Being with him makes me wonder if I've been closing myself off for too long. I'd meant it when I told him I want us to get to know each other better. That's dating, not a secret affair. Maybe I can't be seen in public with him, but there are ways around that. I'm getting all sorts of ideas right now.
I swear Nick is telepathic. He walks into my office at the very second I start wondering about the things we can do in public without getting busted for an ethics violation.
Has he unhooked another button on his shirt? That man is trying to drive me insane with lust. All he has to do is walk into the room, and I want to go down on him. In my office. With the door wide open.
"Afraid I'm busy, Nick," I say. "No time for, um, whatever you wanted."
He ambles up to my desk. "What do you think I'm here for?"
"Not sure, but I'm betting it's something that will get me fired."
"Dr. Griffin, you have a filthy mind. I only wanted to give you this." He leans over my desk to hand me…a business card. "Have a good day."
And he walks out the door.
What in the world?
I look at the card he gave me and read the words printed on it. "Nicholas T. Hunter, World's Oldest College Student." Below that, he has listed a URL: www.TooDamnOldForAWebsite.co.uk.
The man is insane. I should not have sex with him ever again.
But he's teasing me, right? I can't figure out why he would go to the trouble of ordering business cards just to make me smile.
I flip the card over, running my finger along its edge. He wrote something on the back too. These words are handwritten. "Anytime, anywhere. Ring me." Nick has excellent penmanship.
But his inscription sounds like a come-on. And I start getting wet all over again.
I pick up my phone and call him.
"Missing me already?" he asks before I can say hello. And of course, he speaks those words in a steamy-hot voice.
"Get your ass back to my office, Mr. Hunter. You haven't finished your assignment."