The Hookup Equation: A Professor / Student Romance - Roxie Noir

\n \nTeach me everything.\n \n \n\n \nMy whole life, I've been a good girl. I follow rules like nobody's business. I obey guidelines like I was born to it. Show me a line, and I'll toe it.\n \n \n\n \nI'm even a twenty-two-year-old virgin. Good is my middle name.\n \n \n\n \nAnd then, I break one tiny little rule. Miniscule. Inconsequential.\n \n \n\n \nNext thing I know, I'm trapped with an incredibly handsome stranger. He's got eyes like cut emeralds, biceps that makes my head spin, and a smile that has me rethinking all my life choices.\n \n \n\n \nWe escape a bar bathroom together. We go on an impromptu date. We share the hottest kiss I've ever had, one that leaves me panting for more. We promise to see each other again.\n \n \n\n \nTurns out, we see each other the next morning.\n \n \n\n \nIn my calculus class.\n \n \n\n \nWhich he's teaching.\n \n \n\n \nMy handsome, sexy date is Professor Loveless, and we'll be seeing each other plenty. Every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday all semester.\n \n \n\n \nThere's no choice but to call it off. We both have too much at stake: I could lose my scholarship, and he could lose his entire career.\n \n \n\n \nBut I can't call off the way I feel.\n \n \n\n \nI can't call off the way he looks when he rolls up his sleeves and explains imaginary numbers.\n \n \n\n \nI can't call off the heated glances, or the way our hands touch when I hand in my homework, or the memory of his body pressing against mine that night.\n \n \n\n \nI'm a virgin.\n \n \n\n \nHe's my professor.\n \n \n\n \nAnd if we give in, it could cost us both everything.\n \n \n\n \nBut I'm so tired of being a good girl.\n