A Taste of Temptation (Love Spectrum Romance) Read Free

anyway.”
    “I think it’s because he’s white. Your attraction to a white man scares you. You don’t want it out of the closet.”
    “That’s not it! He was white the other night, and I wasn’t scared then.”
    “I just don’t get what the urgency is.”
    “Things have changed. Despite knowing what’s in his pants, I still have to get an education from him.”
    “Sure wish I could experience what’s in his pants because he’s fine as hell, girl! You’re lucky.”
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    “Glad someone thinks so; I sure don’t.”
    Tim had completed his course overview and was announcing the scholarship recipients when Brandi and Tiffany walked back in. Brandi and Tim’s eyes locked briefly and his mind kicked into maximum overdrive. Please tell me this is not Brandi Miles. The other name on his list of recipients was Joseph Drake; surely, that name didn’t match that lovely face. He looked at the name again. This can’t be happening to me. He squared his shoulders, trying to keep what little composure he had left. “Are you Brandi Miles?”
    “Yes.” She stood frozen in her tracks. Tiffany had to force her into her seat. She stared at him open-mouthed, unaware of everything in the room other than the man talking to her. His voice was so real to her, as if she had heard it just the night before. He was impressive, memorable. She could still feel him making love to her as no man ever had. How his body moved through hers with powerful force. He would be the one, wouldn’t he?
    Tim forced himself to look back at the paper in his hand. Yes, there was a red star next to her name. He cleared his throat. “Welcome to Madison Tech, and congratulations on the Seymour Scholarship.”
    Brandi felt hyperconscious of herself and her surroundings, as if everyone knew what she had done with him. She knew she was being paranoid. People were looking at her because it took mega brains to even apply for that scholarship, let alone win it. She knew he was aware of her intelligence based on their conversation that night. However, she hadn’t mentioned her schooling, and he had failed to inquire. Turns out to have been a bad move for both of them.
    Throughout his lecture, his eyes came back to hers. Something that was normally so easy for him, such as teaching sophomore composition, suddenly was not very easy at all. He wanted to get out of there and never return. The fact that he was paid handsomely kept him there. Now Brandi would keep him there. He didn’t like the idea of having slept with a student, but couldn’t change it. His only recourse was to pray that it would stay between them.
    Keeping his mind on track and away from the beautiful, five foot seven-inch, slender natural brunette who had rocked his world was the only ticket to his sanity. Continuing his lecture on 16th-century authors, he wrote several names on the board then turned to the students. “I’ve listed a few names for you. This is an easy question for anyone who has read the first two chapters. I’ve also given you some clues as to the major authors of this time period, but some names have been left off. These are the prominent ones for this century, and you should know all. I need a volunteer to come to the board and fill in the rest. If you know, raise your hand. Reading the first chapter was a requirement, not an option, as indicated in your syllabus.” Arms raised high as he scanned the room. Brandi’s was one of them. He knew she could answer the question; after all, she had won the Seymour, but he was reluctant to call on her. She kept her hand up and he caved. “Yes, Miss Miles?
    “I can do that, Dr. Polaris.”
    Tiffany whispered in disbelief. “After all that crap you and I went through in the hall, now you decide to get all up in his face?”
    “I know the answer, Tiff, that’s all.”
    “Please come up and fill in the missing authors, Miss Miles. Remember this is for 16th century, not the following one. The next few chapters are on this