To Professor, with Love (Forbidden Men #2)(11)

Seething, I just glared at her.

She closed her eyes and rubbed at the center of her head. “Okay,” she mumbled as if giving up the fight.

When she licked her lips, I almost lost it. Christ, this was getting embarrassing. Her mouth was going to be my downfall. If she asked me, I would probably take her on her nice, clean desk right then and there. I could so clearly see myself tossing her down, gathering up her frumpy skirt, wedging myself between her thighs and just hammering it home.

I also wanted to wrap my hands around her throat and strangle her for making me feel like such an idiot.

It probably wasn’t healthy to have two such drastic emotions roaring through me at the same moment, but there they were. Absolutely roaring.

The good professor sank back into her chair. “How about this? I’ll make your paper as easy as I can on you.”

Yeah, just cater to the idiot. I glanced away, my jaw knitting with mutiny. “I don’t need—” Damn it. Yes, I did. It’s why I was here, because I needed help.

“I’ll give you a theme to use. So...let’s pick a theme. Any theme.” Her eyes opened, the lines in her skin around them deeper than before. “Greed? Power?” She lifted her hands as she shrugged. “I don’t know. What do you feel whenever you play football?”

My face heated with outrage. “Oh, thanks a lot. I like how you mentioned my football right after saying greed and power.” Leaning ominously over the desk to glare, I poked my index finger into my own chest. “You think my entire reason for being on this campus is just some greedy, selfish power trip? Well, you don’t know shit, lady. You don’t know me at all.”

She pulled back in her chair, her green eyes huge as they blinked rapidly. Finally, she glanced away and her tongue darted out to wet her lips. Yeah, yeah, the move made my dick pulse with gluttonous need, but I was too pissed to care. At the moment, I hated what she was doing to my ego more.

In a much calmer voice, she murmured, “I’m sorry if I offended you,” which totally shocked the shit out of me and made me back up a step to sink into my chair and gawk back. “But I honestly have no idea what football is to you. So, why don’t you tell me? One word. What is football...to you?”

My breathing came hard as I glanced down at my fisted hand in my lap. “Desperation,” I said without meaning to.

Shit. Why had I said that? It was the honest-to-God truth. But why would I confess it? To her?

When I dared to glance up, I was surprised to find she looked equally startled. Her mouth had fallen open. “I…” She blinked, her eyes wide with shock. “I wasn’t expecting you to say that.”

Turning my gaze away, I ripped my hand through my hair and cursed silently. “Yeah, well, I didn’t mean to.”

Amusement lined her voice. “And yet I have a feeling it’s the most honest thing you’ve said since you stepped inside my office.”

My glower swerved back to her, but she merely lifted that damn challenging eyebrow of hers, daring me to contradict her.

Hissing out a breath, I slumped deeper into my seat. “So, what do I do with the theme of desperation then?”

Seemingly eager all the sudden, Dr. Kavanagh sat forward, her eyes lighting with an excited gleam. “Well, now is the easy part. You find a part in the story where someone feels desperate, on edge, as if nothing is under his or her own control. Explain why, then tell me how you understand this emotion and how you can relate to it by listing all the reasons you feel or have felt desperate, on edge, and like nothing is under your control.”

That should be easy. I felt that way most every day. About everything. Hell, I was feeling that way right now, about her. But still...

Closing my eyes, I whispered, “Christ.” The woman might as well ask me to bare my soul to her. Opening my lashes, I shot her a frown. “And you don’t have any qualms over the fact this assignment is utterly intrusive and infringes on a person’s privacy?”

She beamed. “None whatsoever.” Her bright smile threw me off guard. It was…lovely.

Hmm. Strange. Dr. Kavanagh had a lovely smile. It took my breath away and left me reeling.

I didn’t mean for it to happen, but my lips quirked in reluctant admiration. “You’re kind of evil, Professor.”

That seemed to please her. She straightened her back and preened. “Hey, I bet I just nudged you into writing the best damn paper you’ve ever written.”

Damn, I loved the way she said damn.

This time, I chuckled. I liked how she kept shocking me today. She acted so prim and proper in class, as if a curse word had never left her saintly lips.

“Maybe,” I murmured, looking at her in a new light. “We’ll see. How soon do you need it?”

“As soon as possible.”

I rolled my eyes. “No pressure or anything.” With a sigh, I pushed to my feet. “Okay, Dr. Kavanagh. I will have the best damn paper I’ve ever written in your hands as soon as possible.”

“Excellent.” She stood as well. “That’s all I ask.”

Jesus. She was a snarky little thing. I didn’t want to dig that. But I totally dug that.

I hesitated, and an awkward impasse passed between us. If she had been a man, I probably would’ve held out my hand to shake and thanked her for the second chance she’d just given me. Hell, if she’d been an older woman, or maybe just any other woman, I might’ve done the same thing. But with her, right then, it felt…forbidden. Naughty.