Chapter 9

Oh, to be young, poor, and so fucking horny for your professor it was a clinical condition.

I spent the entire hour-and-a-half lecture trying to think about anything else. Baseball. My grandma’s funeral. The chemical composition of floor polish. Anything to stop the blood from rushing south every time he opened his stupidly perfect mouth.

Professor Julian Blackwood.

God, what a p**n star name. It should be illegal for a man to look like that in a place of learning. He was tall, easily six-thr