Free Educating Emma by Kat Austen Page A

I’m going to chuck that thing across this whole auditorium. Let it try to distract him from me again.
    “I wanted to talk to you about my grade.” My voice doesn’t fill the space like his does, but it comes out stronger than I thought it would. I’ve never had this kind of conversation before. I don’t really have that much experience when it comes to guys, but still, I sound brave. Confident.
    Good.
    “No, you didn’t.” Dr. Faraday closes his laptop and sends an icy stare across the room at me. “You wanted to talk to me about something else.” He comes around the large table in front and leans into it, pinning me to my chair with his stare. “Though talking probably isn’t on your mind if last week is any indication of how you approach life.”
    “You’re still mad about that?” I shifted in my chair.
    His teeth ground together. “Seething.”
    The way his words cascade over me makes me shift again. As we were going at each other like crazy in the middle of the club, I might have moaned something along the lines of Dr. Faraday. When he realized the stranger who’d just come up to him and forced herself on him was, in fact, a student, that kind of ruined the whole moment.
    I guess he’s one of those professors who holds to a moral code of Thou shalt not fuck thy students or some shit like that. Morals or not, he’d wanted to. He would have if I’d kept my mouth shut instead of moaning his name when that skilled hand of his wound beneath my dress and gone straight for my sweet spot.
    His wasn’t the only hand to wander south.
    “You liked it.” I make myself look at him as I fire back, “I know you did. I could feel it.”
    Just thinking about the way he felt cupped in my hand makes me shift again. The insides of my thighs are slippery from all of the images that have been messing with my head for the past hour.
    He crosses his arms, and even though he’s glaring at me like loathing doesn’t hold a match to the way he feels about me, my body fires to life. I run my eyes down him. He might have the brain and career of a nerd, but he possesses the body of a jock and the face of a damn GQ model. He’s like no other man anywhere, which means every single woman he passes can’t not check him out. It’s a rule of the universe. Pass Luke Faraday on the sidewalk, and you turn your head to get a better view.
    When my eyes linger on his crotch, my hand aching remembering the feel of him, I swear he thrusts his hips forward a little. When my eyes jump back to his, my blush creeping up my neck into my face, he gives me a look that makes every nerve in my body stand on end.
    “Yes, I did like it, and thank god I didn’t let it go any further than that clothed petting. If we did what you had planned and anyone at the school found out, my ass would be on the line.” His jaw sets again, and his gaze leaves me like he’s too disgusted to look at me another second.
    Guilt floods me. Shame forces its way in too. He’s right. What we did could jeopardize his career if anyone found out. What we almost did definitely would have jeopardized his career if anyone found out.
    The guilt and shame get me out of my chair, but it’s the embarrassment that sends my ass toward the door.
    I’d offered myself to him, and his response was disgust. I’d admitted I wanted him, and his answer was repulsion.
    “I’m sorry,” I say as I rush toward the end of the row, dying to run up the stairs and escape and never come into his class again.
    What an idiot I was to think he’d ever want me, even if it was just for a quick fuck to relieve a little tension.
    The sounds the heels of my Mary Janes make echo through the room as I hurry across the tile, but his voice cuts through the noise. “Oh, it’s too late for sorrys. Much too late for those.”
    I brake to a stop when his dark voice comes over me. Chills spill down my spine.
    “You should have mentioned you were a student before you pressed your body into mine at the