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    “That’s correct. I do hand out my syllabus on the first day so that students will know what to expect. And it’s on the website.”
    “Website?”
    She searched around the room. She must have found what she was looking for on the other side. A look of disappointment covered her face. In a brave move, she left the safety of the monitor barrier and walked by him to get to a box next to the door.
    Up close to see her bare feet and long, toned legs stemming from under those tiny shorts forced Troy to cover himself with the pad he’d brought into the room. Then she bent over to find whatever she was looking for and gave him an even better show.
    His gaze fixed on her tiny waist and her incredible ass, so round and firm. It didn’t help that when she walked by him, she left in her wake an intoxicating vanilla aroma that had him thinking about biting her all over her luscious body.
    Think about baseball. Think about baseball.
    “Sorry.” She picked something up and handed it to him. “Here’s my business card with my website information on it. It might help you in the class.”
    Troy didn’t mean to stare at her, but behind her glasses hid a soulful pair of milk chocolate brown eyes. Either Troy needed to eat something or this woman made him ravenous.
    He took the card, dragging his fingers over hers. The connection sent an electric charge through his body. “Thanks. I’ll check you out.” Did it suddenly get hot in there?
    He shoved the card in his pocket.
    “Good. You do that.” She offered him a polite smile before resuming her spot behind her desk.
    “So are you leaving? I notice you were packing.” He scanned the place and saw several packed boxes. Maybe his class would be the last one she would teach.
    “Oh, no. I’m just cleaning up. Apparently I’m doing too much cleaning. I can’t find things that I need.” She laughed and let out a small snort.
    Even that pumped blood through his body. He liked the imperfection in her beauty.
    “I love teaching summer school.” She put her hands back on the monitor. “Not all of the students are the ones who didn’t want to apply themselves during the normal school year. I’m seeing a lot more career-minded people now. Is that why you’re in summer school?”
    “No, I signed up to meet women.” His bad attempt at levity melted the smile from Professor Kushnell’s face. “Sorry, bad joke. Yes, I’m heading into the second phase of my life and wanted to try something different.”
    She nodded.
    Troy took that moment to do something brave or really, really stupid. “Speaking of trying something different. There’s a great little coffee shop down the street that sells the best chocolate chip cookies on the planet. If you aren’t busy right now, you want to join me and maybe we can talk about the class and your expectations?”
    A shiver attacked Troy’s spine as he awaited her answer. In his fantasy, he wanted her to say that she expected him to be in her office fucking her brains out twice a day and every weekend. If she wanted to wrap those long legs around him, he would let her.
    Or maybe she would confess that she shared his same love of BDSM. He would love to play with this one, flog her until her skin marked up with red streaks. He could only imagine sitting in her class while he had her outfitted with vibrating panties or a butt plug. Only the two of them would know what existed under her clothing. The thought of that had his heart racing.
    She pushed her glasses up her nose. “As I said before, everything you need to know about me, um, about my class can be found on the website.” She glanced at the same box she got her business card from and brought her attention back to him. “If I had a current copy of my syllabus, I would have given that to you. But I don’t. The book requirement is on the site. I’d like to think I’m a fair teacher. I’m a great listener and I enjoy a meaningful exchange of ideas.”
    “I can kind of hear a