Total pages in book: 65
Estimated words: 59489 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 297(@200wpm)___ 238(@250wpm)___ 198(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 59489 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 297(@200wpm)___ 238(@250wpm)___ 198(@300wpm)
I pointed at her. "See, right there. The fact that you call him 'cute' just highlights exactly what's wrong with this whole situation. He's my student."
Brianne rolled her eyes so hard I thought she might tip over off the couch. "He's a grown man, Kristen." She paused and looked at me with a questioning look. "He is a grown man, right?"
"Yes," I said. "He's a grown man. Probably a couple years older than us. He came back to school to finish the degree he didn't finish when he was younger."
"See?" Brianne said, holding a hand out like she was gesturing toward the explanation as clear evidence of her stance. "Grown man. Officially not a problem."
"It's not his age that's the problem. It's the fact that I'm a professor and he's my student," I said.
"But you are both grown adults," she argued. "It's not like it's a real teacher-student thing."
"That's not how the school looks at it. There's a policy against faculty getting involved with their students. It doesn't matter how old they are. Granted, they probably would appreciate that he's grown rather than one of the eighteen-year-olds, but the policy still stands. And I really don't want to do anything that might compromise future full professor positions," I said.
"Don't you think you're making a big jump?" Brianne asked. "He just asked you to go out for drinks. That's it. You're not hanging your future on it."
"Everything is about my future," I said. "I want to do more than just teach at Slater for the rest of my career. I want to do something that matters more."
"I know. And you do. You're always doing something at the community center. You teach the adult education courses. The mentor program. In fact, this might be a non-issue since you are always so busy you probably wouldn't have time to actually date the man anyway."
She continued stuffing the bags, making a show of not looking at me.
"I know you well enough to know you're trying to use reverse psychology on me, but you have a valid point there. I really should be focusing just on my career and not even considering starting a relationship. Especially one with someone who would cause so much complication for me."
"That's not what I meant," Brianne said.
"Too late. You convinced me," I said.
She hadn't, but it was fun to see the frustrated look on her face. The truth was, I didn't need her to convince me. I already knew I couldn't give in to the attraction I had to Camden. At least I’d gotten to enjoy that happy feeling for a little while.
5
CAMDEN
This was becoming a problem.
I couldn’t get Kristen out of my mind. Correction. I couldn’t get Professor Moyer out of my mind. The professor. Of my class. In ethics.
Of course, this was happening to me. I hadn’t been really truly interested in a woman in years, and when I finally was, it was an impossible situation. Either I tried to pursue it and potentially get us both in trouble with the school or I could drop the class and potentially have gone through all this for nothing, or I could just revert to being a student of hers and ignore the way I felt when I heard her voice.
Or saw her face.
Or remembered how her lips felt against mine.
Dammit.
I needed to talk to her, face to face. I needed to get it all out in the open and see what she thought about it all. I knew she hadn’t been exactly receptive to the idea when she confronted me, but maybe after a little bit of time thinking about it, she might have changed her mind. When she didn’t know I was a student of hers, she was all about going out with me. Maybe there was a way forward.
Her office hours had her there after four, so I headed over after class across the campus and went to her door. I could hear her shuffling around in there, and when I knocked, she called out to come in. When I opened the door, though, she rolled her eyes and sat back in her chair behind the desk, taking a deep breath and sighing.
“Hello, Camden. Did you need help with the assignment?”
“No,” I said, shaking my head and ignoring the attempt at cutting me off at the pass. Instead, I walked right in and stood by her desk. She stood and faced me, and I could feel the intense attraction between us drawing us closer. One leg bent behind her like she was going to step away from me, but there was nowhere to go that way. If she really wanted to get away from me, she would go around her desk, not against the wall.
Suddenly, the urge to press her against the wall and kiss her again was incredibly strong.