A Taste of Temptation (Love Spectrum Romance) Read Free Page A

century as well. It’s a hard chapter to follow. It’s like a chapter within a chapter, if that makes any sense.”
    She remembered how direct he was, the type who usually got what he wanted, at least for the night she was with him. However, she was quite sure that he hadn’t wanted her showing up in his class after what they had done together. She felt skittish as she approached him, as if he might bite.
    Nonetheless, she knew the answers and wasn’t going to let anyone or anything get in the way of the A she knew she had to get. She took the chalk from his hands and filled in the correct answers, sensing his closeness, smelling his Burberry’s Classic after-shave. He smelled like sex, wonderful sex, incredible sex, and it was making her mind race. She just wanted to finish and get away from him as quickly as possible before her body language betrayed her. There was still one answer, and he expected it from her.
    As Brandi worked, he secretly eyed every caramel inch of her frame. Yes, she was definitely the one from the club; sensual, flawless complexion, like honey-butter and just as soft. Her small frame fit perfectly against him and he remembered craving every minute with her. It was a body worth dumping his ‘no women allowed beyond sexual contact’ mission statement. Almost. It was the relationship part that wasn’t allowed. And Brandi Miles looked like a relationship waiting to happen. When he came back to reality, Brandi was almost finished filling in a wrong answer.
    He took the chalk from her shaking, sweating hand, and filled in the correct name of the missing author. “This is excellent. You’ve got Anne Bradstreet, 1612–1672, Roger Williams, 1603–1683, Robert Beverly, 1673–1722, Daniel Defoe, 1660–1731, my personal favorite. You missed Mary Rowlandson, 1635–1678. Very good, though, Miss Miles. You were closer than expected with the correct response. I’m glad to see you involved, and remembered the women. They were very important during this era, an almost beginning to the women’s movement. Now I know why you received the Seymour.”
    When Brandi returned to her seat, Tiffany whispered in her ear. “You belong to him, and you know it.”
    “Drop it. Yes, Polaris is very sexy, but he’s also very off-limits, as you well know.”
    “Fine. It’s dropped for now, but I know you won’t be able to leave it alone. I’ve known you since eighth grade, remember?”
    “Tiffany, please.”
    “Okay, I’ll cut you some slack.” They were both silent for a few seconds, but Tiffany couldn’t let anything rest. She kept on in a sly undertone. “I didn’t know you knew those authors the way you do. He likes smart women.”
    “Didn’t you hear him? I should know what I’m doing in here. I received the Seymour, after all. Besides, how do you know he likes smart woman?”
    “He told me.”
    Brandi teased. “If he likes you for being smart then he should love me.”
    “He does love you. Know what I’m saying?”
    “Yes.”
    Brandi spent the rest of the class trying to avoid looking at him, but he was so beautiful, so interesting. He made even the dullest of English lit fascinating. He was enthusiastic about it, born to teach it, and to make sure his students appreciated it as he did. For those reasons as well, Brandi couldn’t take her eyes from him; he was the most exciting instructor she had ever seen.
    After class, Tiffany pulled Brandi’s sleeve. “You were mesmerized by him. You seemed to be in a trance over even the dullest of parts.”
    “It’s not dull with him.”
    “Yes, and for obvious reasons.”
    “I don’t mean that.”
    “I know what you’re saying; he is very good. He even has me lit up. So, you going up to talk to him, or is that brain of yours still on lockdown over ‘the situation’ you’re in?”
    “Are you kidding? I can’t go up to him about that! Both he and I know what we did that night, and it’s a sticky situation.”
    “You need to get over that