Owned by the Billionaire Professor
a's
, closed my eyes, and wished I could di
g on data analysis I had read for an assignment. I had s
tapped on the
the message, it was a mistake. Can we pretend
mistake and- My phone pinged interrupting my thou
d mentally then t
nce again. Plea
ds. What if the Xavier Barnes guy tells Professor Ford about the list? What if this resulted in one of t
indecency and judging from your IP address, I can see you live in California.
ut of his mind! I didn't even know what he looked
whispered, if he thinks he has a
I replied, typing rapidly
e been doing something entirely different, yet I s
gs you would like me to do to you? I mean,
through my teeth a
what you will. I am done wit
do not mind this letter leaking out to t
hreateni
Are you thre
et time sending
of whatever choice you make. You could risk being sued for indecency o
age over and over. Send him something
walking off to shower. I already had a hectic day,
ettys, a small cafe on campus, w
he screeched, wiping out
ing at us. It was nine in the damne
hissed as quietly as I could.
"Number three on your damned list
onsidered a one-night stand for a minute but after waking this morning, ha
fed, holding up her phone. "I can't belie
the picture of a tall muscular ma
ing whatever was left of the milk
em out. And holy crap, with those arms, he looked like he could do more than tank my heart out. Broad shoulders were encased in a navy blue sh
y. "Isn't he supposed to be old or somethi
on the gram sa
t seen. There was no way I could have thought he looked that delicious. Oh those buff arms wrap
. He asks for a picture, there's no har
in California! He had
. "What are the chances you'll get to see someone as yummy as this? Tell me you don't want to ge
the imagery and my che
you know it. Not like these lit
er words. Crap, I can't believe I was considering send
a, who rose from the desk with a blush spreading a
he chuckled. "Whatever you do, do
y dress off and tried to take a picture in my two-piece underwear. It wasn'
n I wan