Total pages in book: 18
Estimated words: 16743 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 84(@200wpm)___ 67(@250wpm)___ 56(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 16743 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 84(@200wpm)___ 67(@250wpm)___ 56(@300wpm)
Like I summoned him or called his name he looks up at me, eyes bolted to mine, unflinching. I swear I see something spark in his, but then he blinks and I know I made it up. The frown that follows is proof I was conjuring something that didn’t happen. He goes back to being disgusted with me and I go back to wishing a big black hole would swallow me whole.
What are the chances of that?
CHAPTER 2
NOAH
I looked up when the door slammed open, of course I did. I expected to see the pot-smoking slacker who overslept this morning, looking like they just rolled out of bed, toked up, and meandered over here, but instead a gorgeous goddess is standing there. For a split second, I thought about going over to her and taking against the door, but the forty-four other bodies in the room gave me pause. I glance at my watch and see that it’s 9:22, class started twenty-two minutes ago. Normally, I’d give her hell, but for some reason I don’t. I just continue talking about literature in general
I get back to my lesson, but watching her squirm in the front row is doing things to me. I have never and would never think about a student like this, but I can’t stop thinking about this one. Every once in a while, I look over at her and I am stunned by her quiet beauty. I can tell she doesn’t think she’s beautiful and already I know I’d do anything to make her see it.
It’s the one thing in my life that I care about besides my mother. I have two sisters, but they are married with children and off doing their own things. We’re close, but not as close as we used to be before they got married and had nine kids between them. My father left when I was six and it happened on Chrtistmas Eve. He lives in New York with his new wife and their family. Besides my sisters that share my mom, I have four other sisters I’ve only met a handful of times. The holidays just don’t mean anything to me anymore. I hate all of it. The music, the food, the gifts. If it could just go from Thanksgiving to New Years, I’d be okay with that, but of course the world doesn’t work that way. From the day after Thanksgivng to the day of the Christmas, the world is filled with nothing but stupid Christmas music and people pretending to care about the shit they don’t the other three hundred and thirty odd days of the years.
It’s exhausting and it pisses me off. Starting a semester in December makes no sense to me, but this university is cutting edge, or so I was told when I was hired two years ago. This master’s class in Literture encompasess American Lit, though my specicitly is English Lit.
“Some of the earliest American Literature is written by John Smith. He wrote of his time as an explorer. We’ll start in the Coloniol period and end in the present Contemporary period. Any questions?” No one says anything so I continue through the lesson and dismiss the class, reminding them to check the syllabus for when papers are due. I only give one exam at the end of the semester, but there are term papers sprinkled throughout.
I somehow managed to make it through the rest of the class without doing what I want to do to her, but then at the last second, I called her back to me.
“Late girl?” She freezes and turns to walk back over to my desk.
“Yes, sir?”
Fuck, being called sir has never hit me like this. Is it just my imagination, or was that dripping with pleasure?
“What is your name?” I ask, needing to know it.
“Jinny. Jinny Spruce, sir.”
“You missed the beginning of the class, Miss. Spruce. My name is Noah Wyatt.”
“Of course, Professor Wyatt. Again, I apologize for being so late.”
“Don’t worry about that. Did you get the syllabus off the website?”
“Yes,” she says, fumbling with the edge of her too tight sweater.
Being alone with her was not the best idea.
“Good, excellent.”
“I have to go now, sir,” she says checking her watch. I can’t help but wonder if she’s got a husband or a boyfriend waiting on her somewhere. I find that I don’t like the thought that she belongs to someone else and I stiffen a bit.
“Of course. Have a good day, Miss. Spruce.”
When she grins at me, I know that I’m in trouble. She could belong to someone else, but I must have her regardless. Thank fuck I’m behind the podium because my cock is hard as a fucking rock. I’ve never been this hard and a smile has never once made me want to kiss someone so badly. I watch her leave, because despite wanting her, I can’t risk my job at the university. I just started here and I don’t want to rock the boat my first week. I’ve got to do something about my dick though. Jinny is all I can think about and I don’t even know her. Yet.