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direction. “Are you following me?” he added, his voice warm with humor as he arched a brow at me.
    “No! I was wondering if you were following me ,” I shot back with a smirk of my own.
    “Stalking students is not one of my preferred pastimes, so no. I was at the campus grading papers,” he explained as he slid off of the barstool and approached me, bringing his Jack and Coke with him.
    “May I?” he asked, indicating the empty seat beside me.
    “I, umm… yes?” I said, abruptly nervous to have him standing so close.
    The bartender interrupted briefly to take his order, giving me another chance to appreciate him in his relaxed dress. I idly ran my fingers through the condensation rings from my beer while he ordered, studying his profile from the corner of my eye. As he handed his menu back to the bartender I quickly looked away so he wouldn’t catch me ogling him.
    “Alone this evening?” he asked, taking a sip of his drink, my eyes drawn to the movement of his lips.
    Moistening my own reflexively, I replied distractedly, “Err… yes. My roommate, Liam, is with his boyfriend.” As his lips began to twist into a smirk, I managed to pull my eyes up to meet his, flushing at the dark glint of heat in their pale depths.
    Before I could embarrass myself any further my food arrived and I gratefully accepting the plastic bag from the bartender. Fidgeting awkwardly in my seat, I wasn’t sure if I should keep Professor Davis company while he waited for his own food, or if I was free to run away before I stuck my foot in my mouth. I watched stupefied as he leaned close and inhaled deeply, the thin fabric of his t-shirt stretched tauntingly across his chest, making my mouth simultaneously water and feel as if all the moisture had been sucked out of it.
    “Smells good,” he purred, his eyes never leaving mine, his breath fragrant with the sweet and spicy scent of Jack. Settling back in his seat he took another sip, his lips and throat working in that tantalizing way that made my insides twist into knots of desire.
    “Don’t let me keep you, Miss Parker,” He said as that damned knowing smirk crept across his lips again, making me fight to keep the frown from my face. “My own food will be along shortly.”
    “I’ll err… be off then. Goodnight, Professor,” I stammered. Gulping down the rest of my beer I slid off the barstool, and found myself trapped between him and the bar, his thigh a searing line of heat across my belly. My mind swam for a moment, whether from the beer or the nearness of him, I couldn’t be sure. Blushing deeply I glanced up into his face, irresistibly close to mine, and fought against the sudden urge to kiss those smirking lips. As I clumsily extricated myself my hand brushed against his muscled thigh, making my cheeks flame all the more.
    His low tone stopped me dead in my tracks, and slid along my skin like heated velvet. “Goodnight, Rachel.”
    Bowing my head to hide my raging blush I made a beeline for the door, not sure at all if the rumbling chuckle behind me was real or a figment of my overworked imagination.

Chapter Four
    “Nudes,” Professor Davis announced, his eyes pinning me in place as I finished settling into my seat in the lecture hall. Maintaining eye contact with me for a breathless moment longer, he finally broke away and cast his gaze across the rest of the room.
    I instantly felt a flush of warmth rise in my cheeks, and I couldn’t help fidgeting as I glanced around at my fellow students to see if anyone else had noticed his attention directed at me. Thankfully, everyone else seemed oblivious, or perhaps I was just delusional. Though I was sure I had seen the beginnings of a mischievous smile tugging at his lips.
    Nodding at one of the students by the door, Professor Davis waited for him to dim the lights before pressing a button on a remote to bring up the first slide, perhaps one of the most famous nudes of all time – ‘The Birth of Venus’ by Duval. The