Bad Professor (An Alpha Male Bad Boy Romance)

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Authors: Claire Adams
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else.
    "Yeah,"
Ford said, following my gaze. "Looks like we've got the place to ourselves
for a few minutes."
    A
wave of dizziness swept over my head and I swayed back. Ford's arms immediately
locked around my waist and drew me hard against his chest.
    "I
got you. Don't worry, Clarity; I won't let you fall," he said.
    The
plunging sensation only increased as I tipped my head up to meet his smoky-gray
eyes. "Thanks, professor, but I'll be fine." I brought my gloved
hands up between us and pushed against the hard contours of his chest.
    He
didn't release me. "You know, you can call me Ford. There's no policy
against that."
    "I
can't do that," I said.
    Our
lips were just inches away, and for a moment, Ford shortened the distance and I
couldn't breathe. "Maybe if my name was prettier, like yours. Clarity,"
he whispered. "Why do I like saying that so much?"
    I
felt heat as if the sunlight had burned through the high clouds and reached
through the treetops to touch me directly. I blinked and saw the light had not changed,
except in Ford's eyes. The smoky-gray had deepened to reveal a dark blue, like
the stormy ocean when the depths are disturbed.
    My
hands were supposed to push him away, not drag my fingertips across the ridges
of his abs, and start to slip around his waist. The absentminded move made
Ford's lips part on a ragged sigh and I felt his arms flex around me.
    "Clarity,"
he whispered, louder this time.
    "We
can't," I said.
    Ford’s
voice was a low growl. "That doesn't make this any easier to ignore."
    A
wave of desire was pouring out from his eyes and I felt myself about to drown. My
entire body buzzed with the need to press against him, test the soft pressure
of his lips, and dive into the whirlpool of lust I could feel spinning inside
of me.
    It
took every bit of strength and nerve for me to turn around and secure my
carabiner to the zip line. The line stretched out through the branches at a
reasonable angle, but I wasn't prepared for the speed my body weight would
create. I flew through the autumn leaves and the wind buffeted away my scream
before it could escape my throat.
    I
wanted to enjoy it, the wild rush of it. The free flying sweep out of the
treetops and over the forest floor was exactly what I needed to capture for my
news article. If I could make the reader feel the same exhilaration and sense
of rapture, then Ford would have to give me an A+.
    The
only problem was separating it from my personal experience. What I had felt on
the far-reaching ropes and the treetop platforms was not what the reader wanted
to know. Somehow, I had to untangle the riot of feelings I had experienced on
the high platform. My heart skidded to a swinging stop at the thought. Did Ford
feel the same way I did when we touched?
    I
must have imagined it. Otherwise, he was right; how were we supposed to ignore
it?
    Two
ropes course instructors caught me at the bottom and released me from the
harness. Ford came flying down, laughing and whooping. When he was also free,
he walked over to me.
    "I
don't care what you say, that was awesome."
    I
drew a shaky breath and pushed him away. "How's that for getting outside
my comfort zone?"
    Ford
bumped a bare arm against me and we both felt the jolt of electricity pass
between us. "There's no going back now," he said.

 
    #
    My notes trailed off into a blank space
slashed with absentminded pen marks. I had forgotten to hit record on my laptop
and Professor Bauer's lecture was almost over. I wanted to throw down my pen
and admit defeat, but I could feel his eyes on me. Not a long stare, or a glance
that anyone else would notice, but every time his eyes passed over me, I was
back in the treetops.
    The
night after the ropes course, I couldn't sleep. It gave me plenty of time to
write and rewrite the article to make up for my D+, but even I had to admit
that was not why I was sleepless. Lexi had pressed me the entire way back to
campus, but I didn't say a thing.
    There
was no way anyone could

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