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to her body to gain some privacy in the crowded hallway.
    “Hayden.”
    Hayden. She silently repeated the name, tasting in on her tongue. “Really? You sure about that?”
    “Of course I’m sure. It’s on his photo in the philosophy office.”
    “Okay. Thanks. See you at lunch.”
    As soon as Mr. Taylor, or Hayden, entered the room, the roar of student conversation died down.
    “Ladies and gentlemen, I hope you’ve put some thought into your assignment because I’m going to be interviewing each and every one of you to discuss your choice. I’ll be taking groups of five into my office at a time. While I’m gone, it will give the rest of you time to work. Use your time wisely.”
    He read five names off a list and disappeared out his private doorway, followed by the students he called. Kaya missed him already. He was the reason she wanted to come to class. She loved to watch him think, read, and mark assignments. When his face tensed up in concentration, he looked so damn sexy. How could she be the only one to see it? Maybe the other young women in his classes hadn’t been hurt like she had. After being ruined by a boy younger than her, she was ready for a man.
    Just before the class ended, Mr. Taylor and the last group of five students reentered the classroom. She was disappointed she’d have to wait another day or longer to have her chance near him again. Kaya needed her fix now. If she went home without at least trying something, she’d be up all night regretting it and replaying the things she should have done. She really needed a good night sleep.
    Time to be bold. Kaya dashed down the steps to the teacher’s desk as the students cleared out of the room.
    “Kaya.”
    “Mr. Taylor.” She smiled her most seductive smile. In the morning she had prepared herself with mascara and shiny pink lip gloss. Her matching pink sweater was low cut, revealing the upper mounds of her breasts. Add fuck me tight jeans and she hoped he noticed something about her. Eric would be shocked to see her now. She resembled one of his cheer leader groupies, not the shy, good girl he recently dumped.
    “Did you need help with something?”
    Oh, God. What was she doing? Who was she kidding? The man was impenetrable and she had no clue what to say at this point. His eyes were blank. Not a hint of desire whirling within and no inappropriate glances at her womanly parts.
    “I finished my assignment,” she blurted out, feeling like an idiot.
    “Already? That’s great. You’ll do well if you keep on top of your work.”
    Or on top of him , she thought. If he were an animal, he’d be able to scent her desire, her desperate need to be touched and tasted. Who cared is they were teacher and student? They were also man and woman. Adults. That had to take precedence.
    “What’s your take, Mr. Taylor? On sex before marriage?” She emphasized his name and the word sex.
    “My take?” He shook his head in a friendly, but dismissive way. “My take isn’t important.” She could feel the energy in the room shift as Mr. Taylor’s discomfort shone through. Kaya had successfully breached his tough outer shell and hit a weak spot.
    “I’m just curious.” She wet her lips as he watched her. “There’s nothing wrong with a man and a woman having consensual sex, is there? They don’t need a piece of paper or society telling them what’s acceptable for them, do they?”
    “That’s for you to argue in your assignment. If you’re against it, your writing will have to hold the passion of a woman against the idea of sex before marriage.”
    “So I won’t get an opinion out of you?” She teased him, tilting her head and smiling. “Nothing I can do to change your mind?” If only he knew the things she was willing to do. She dreamed about riding him on his desk since she started his class. And much more. Sometimes her filthy imagination surprised even her.
    His face grew paler and all signs of friendliness slipped away. “Maybe we can