Total pages in book: 37
Estimated words: 34134 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 171(@200wpm)___ 137(@250wpm)___ 114(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 34134 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 171(@200wpm)___ 137(@250wpm)___ 114(@300wpm)
“Epic,” he whispers, smiling at me. I roll my eyes. I’m not in a joking mood. He holds out his hand for me to shake. “Jaime.”
I want to tell him to leave me alone and not draw any more attention to me, but I’m not the kind of person who is comfortable with being openly rude, so I shake his hand quickly.
“Kimmy.”
“Nice to meet you.”
I glance up at Professor Leo (Professor Whitford, as it’s written up on the white board like teachers do in middle school), and he’s still watching me. Any hope that I had that he wouldn’t recognize me starts to disappear the longer he stares at me. I feel my cheeks my burning, and I practically feel like I could combust from embarrassment as every second ticks by, ridiculously slowly, on the clock at the front of the hall. Then he smirks at me and all hopes are squashed.
I try to focus on the lecture, but I’m struggling. I flip open my laptop and start to take notes, but every time I pause and look up and catch Leo’s eyes, I lose my train of thought. Everything I’m writing is gibberish. After a few minutes, I give up entirely on notetaking and just try to absorb as much as I can from the lecture. I’ll have to reread the chapter we’re covering later tonight. This has never happened to me before. I’ve always been the perfect student who other people come to if they’ve missed class or need more details from a lesson. I just hope there isn’t some kind of pop-quiz at the end of this class. I’m a stressed out mess throughout the class, and the coy, stern look Leo keeps giving me makes me think he’s fully aware of the effect he’s having on me.
This is not good. I’m so close to becoming a lawyer. I graduated at the top of my class, even. I can’t have any distractions messing this up for me. This is my entire future on the line. My family’s future if I want to clear my dad and brother and finally get them the justice they deserve. I’ve worked too hard to get to where I’m at to let anything ruin my chances. An affair with my professor could derail everything I’ve worked so hard for. Gossip and rumors are enough to destroy someone’s career. Throw in social media and I could ruin my reputation before I ever set foot in a courtroom.
I have to resist any urge I have to keep texting with him. As soon as my class is over, I’ll delete his number, block him, and get rid of any proof that we ever knew each other at all. No guy is worth the risk. Even if he is one of the funniest, sexiest guys I’ve met in a very long time.
I bend my head and get to work, reading through a case that he’s just assigned, instructing us to identify at least two flaws in the lawyer’s argument. I try to get everything else out of my mind except for the task at hand. As I reach into my bag to grab a highlighter, I feel my phone vibrate. I grab it and see there’s a text. Opening it, my heart seems to simultaneously float and sink at the same time.
The text is from Leo. My stomach twists in knots when I look up at him. He sits at his desk, reading the case study like the rest of us, not paying any attention to me. I start to question whether this really is the same Leo I’ve been texting with. He looks just like the pictures. And he was looking at me in the strangest way. But why is he texting me in class? My head is spinning. I open the text.
Your tits look amazing in that shirt. I want to stick my cock between them while you suck the head.
I swallow hard, my breathing becoming shallow, and I can’t help how turned on I get. Glancing up, I see that he’s staring right at me. He winks and my whole body goes warm. Well, that answers that question. He’s definitely the same person.
I throw my phone back into my purse and try to put my dirty thoughts to the back of my mind. This class will be over soon enough, and then I can take the time to figure out what the fuck I’m going to do about this situation.
Finally, a tone rings out from the speaker, and class is officially over. Leo shouts out some last minute instructions for how to prepare for the next class, and as I walk up the aisle toward the exit, Jaime, the boy who was sitting next to me, tries to talk to me. He’s interrupted, though, and I hear my name called from the front of the hall. Sternly, Leo says, “Kimmy, please stay behind and have a seat.”