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got the student to see the light and then he transformed his failing grade into an A. It didn’t work like that. Connor caught up with her, matching her pace, and heard her deep sigh.
    “Do you need something else, Mr. Dunkle?”
    “How about an extra credit project? I can’t base my graduation on me understanding the next few assignments.”
    Her snort was quite feminine and intriguing. She pushed open the double glass doors and headed upstairs. “Why should I give you such an opportunity? If you work hard enough, you should be able to pass my class.”
    “I can’t take any chances. Please. This way, I’ll know I have some cushion for my grade if I keep struggling.”
    Annoyance radiated around her. She reached the top of the steps, and turned to say something, but her boot caught on a piece of metal grating and she fell forward.
    Connor hurriedly blocked her fall, catching her in his arms and pulling her to the side. Her body was soft and warm, and for one moment, he felt her breasts push against his chest. The clean scent of cucumber and soap drifted up to his nostrils. Low maintenance and simple, like the woman. He took a deeper breath, enjoying the natural fragrance and the way her hands closed around his shoulders for balance.
    “You okay?”
    Her dark eyes widened. Behind the thick lenses of her glasses, her gaze locked and held his, squeezing him as tight as her nails suddenly digging into his flesh. A bolt of heat struck his dick, and suddenly, he was hard as a rock.
    WTH?
    “Sorry!” She struggled and he righted her, stepping back. Her skin flushed and she scrambled toward the second level doors. “I’ll think about an appropriate project for extra credit.”
    “Thanks.”
    She didn’t answer, just disappeared behind the glass and got swallowed up by a swarm of students.
    Shaking off the whole strange encounter, Connor headed to the library. He’d won this skirmish. With extra credit, he usually had the whole semester to turn it in and his grade would get a nice boost. As for the sudden attraction? It was proof he’d been way too long without a woman. He wasn’t attracted in the least to Ella Blake. If he was smart, he’d take this Saturday night, go out with a pretty woman, and slake both of their needs.
    He kept the thought firmly in his mind and refused to think of his not hot professor.
     

Chapter Five
    “Better to be without logic than without feeling.”—Charlotte Brontë
     
    A few hours later, Ella was still replaying their encounter.
    She muttered under her breath and hurried through the parking lot, ducking her head against the brisk wind tearing through the trees. She’d had students who were egotistical and arrogant. But Connor Dunkle was a whole new breed. How dare he challenge her in class? His ridiculous views on women were archaic. Lord help his wife or girlfriend. She would’ve taught him a few hard-learned lessons about respect. Then he dared to ask for extra credit?
    The worst part was her traitorous body. When she fell into his arms, her stomach got all floaty, and her blood ran hotter in her veins. She was attracted to an idiot. Why wasn’t she surprised? Her track record sucked.
    Rain dripped down the back of her neck and she shivered. Spring felt a lifetime away. Of course, she’d forgotten her damn umbrella again. She had four in her trunk and never seemed to use any of them.
    The well-lit parking lot cut through the dark and fog, leading to her white Honda Civic. She hit the button, slid into the seat, and turned the key.
    Nothing.
    Dread trickled through her. Oh, no. Please work. Please work. Please...
    Keeping up her mantra, she tried the car again. And again.
    It was dead.
    Ella glanced at her watch. She was already running late and hated leaving Luke alone for too long. Her brain calculated through the possibilities. Triple A? No, she’d decided it was an easy expense to cut. She couldn’t look under the hood because she had no idea what she’d be looking