(MSRP: 13.9900)
Which is worse, getting involved with one of your students or with one of your professors? Graduate student Paige Huntley finds herself dangerously tempted by both possibilities one summer in her sleepy Oregon town. Professor Stefan Serovinak, her thesis adviser, is elegant, witty, and brilliant, but married. To keep her mind off him, it's easy to flirt instead with gorgeous young Aidan Grey, a film star who has turned up as a student in the summer Linguistics class she's teaching. But their flirtation soon tumbles into a romantic entanglement that could wreck careers and reputations when the faculty--and the tabloids--find out about it.
(Pages 298) Spicy
Print ISBN: 1-60154-803-6
Excerpt:
The back of her neck was two inches from his lips.
The wet scent of her hair flooded his brain. He was
holding her. In fact, he was cuddling her. And from
the way she had gone still, he realized she knew it.
The rush of his heartbeat surged in his ears, and
he lowered his nose to her braid with a shy chuckle.
Paige cleared her throat quietly. “Those girls
outside must be jealous of me right now.”
“The other guys in ling class would be jealous of
me.”
She turned her head a bit. “I wouldn’t let most
of them get this close.” There was a hint of cinnamon
again on her breath. “But I think of you as more
than a student, of course.”
“I think of you as more than a teacher. Or a
fan.” He lowered his gaze, and swallowed against a
sudden dryness in his mouth. “And...I do think of
you.”
He had spoken lines like that before—lines a
hundred times more passionate, in fact—without his
palms going sweaty the way they were doing now.
The difference was, these lines weren’t scripted for
him by someone else. There were no cameras on him;
he wasn’t pretending. And if she drew away now and
told him he was cute but too young for her, or tried
to console him with some nicely-phrased refusal...
He didn’t have time to decide what he would do.
Because that didn’t happen.
“Well,” she said. “The feeling’s mutual.” She
shifted and turned in his grasp to deposit the water
gun on the nearest desk and face him, cool hands
settling on his shoulders and sliding up to clasp
behind his neck. “You know,” she added, “teachers
are really not supposed to fraternize with students.”
