All Chapters of In Love With The Dangerous Professor: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

CelineI froze on the spot, my lips parting as my eyes locked on the clearing beside the bonfire. It wasn’t the fire that caught my attention, it was the figure of a guy I swore was my boyfriend. The same boyfriend who was supposed to be in New Orleans for his sister’s wedding.The music, the shouts, the thousand students buzzing around me, everything blurred out. All I could see was Jason, kissing the new transfer student from Russia like she was oxygen.He had never kissed me like that. I don't need anyone to prove that, I could swear it. Never held me like I was his whole damn world. He never even took me to a bonfire. And now here he was, under the moonlight, smiling into her mouth.I hated parties. God, I did. But Maddie, my best friend, had dragged me here. And now I wished I hadn’t let her.I didn’t know how my legs carried me forward, but suddenly I was right there, so close I could hear my own heart trying to punch out of my chest. My hands shook violently.“Jason?”He pulled

CaelumThat wasn’t a snore.I want to believe strongly that wasn’t a fucking snore.I paused mid-sentence, marker still hovering above the whiteboard. For a moment, no one in the room dared to breathe. Then it came again—low, drawn-out, and disrespectfully human.Jesus Christ.My glare shifted toward the corner of the hall, and there she was, the brown-haired disaster from earlier. The one who’d walked in through the wrong door, interrupted the lecture, winked like she owned the room, and said something about making only the kind of noise I approved of.What was her name again? Celine.Of course.She was slouched on the desk, head tilted back, mouth slightly open, chest rising and falling in a rhythm that made her look both unbothered and dangerous. The sight tugged at something I had buried so deep I thought it had rotted away.The class began to whisper. A few students tried to hide their laughter. I let them.“Fascinating,” I said, calmly setting the marker down. “It seems Miss Mor

Celine's POVI stumbled toward the car, and the world leaned over to one side. My head pulsed, my heart raced and every breath tasted of cheap vodka & shame. Professor Reed’s hand hovered near my elbow, not quite touching but so close I could feel the warmth of his skin."Get in," he said quietly.I didn't argue. My legs were rubbery and the adrenalin rush from Dave's attack was sapping rapidly and I was cold and trembly. I settled into the passenger seat of his car, a smooth black number that smelled like leather and something starkly male. Cedar, maybe. Or sandalwood.With a restrained click, he shut the door, walked around to the driver's side and got in without speaking. The engine roared into action, so smooth and expensive.It became very quiet, the silence between us stretched like a rubber band.I stole a glance at him. His jaw was firm, sharp enough to slice through glass. His fingers went white gripping the steering wheel like he was choking something. His face flickered in

Celine's POVThere was a palpable sense of apprehension in the lecture hall. Everyone knew what was coming. Professor Reed was at the front, clipboard in hand and a face like stone. He seemed more untouchable than ever, in a black button down that made the dark of his eyes seem darker, more menacing.“Your next job, he announced, his voice slicing through the hubbub like a knife in butter, will be in twos. You will be examining relationship compatibility the way stars align in the sky. I want full blown "This is all done below the line," not headlines.A murmur rippled through the room. In a partner project, you were forced to mingle with someone who wouldn’t do any of the work or who’d take over everything and the only work anyone had time for was just gathering research.I moved uncomfortably in my seat, hoping I wouldn’t be matched up with someone terrible. Not Amaya, who was in the front row with her perfect posture and designer notebook. None of the guys who looked at me like I w

Celine's POVIt seemed to Zena that the lecture hall was colder than usual. Or perhaps it was the way Professor Reed wouldn’t meet my gaze.Instead, I got ice."Miss Moretti." His voice reached across the room. The relationship between gravity and mass in 20 words or less.I straightened, my heart jumping. He was calling on me. Good. I knew this."The more mass something has, the stronger its gravitational pull. It varies with mass, and it’s inversely proportional to the square of the distance between them.”Silence. Those hazel eyes, flat as the ocean before a hurricane, looked at me."Textbook answer. Do you have a mind of your own or do you just spit out everything you read?”The room went quiet. A few students shifted uncomfortably.Heat flooded my face. “All I told you was the basic principle—”“Children learn fundamentals, Miss Moretti. I expect analysis. Critical thinking. Not memorization." He returned to the board without another word, telling me, in effect, that he didn’t be