Crazy in Love - Lane Hart Page 0,15
his mouth or his cock in my…
“Hey, Bailey,” I reply, sounding out of breath from the ridiculous thoughts taking over the rational thinking of my brain.
He gets to his feet and holds out his hand for me to take. When my skin touches his, there are no sparks either. Jeez, so maybe he isn’t the man of my dreams. How depressing is that? A whole day gone, and I’m still a lonely virgin.
“So, do you want to grab some dinner, or we could pick up a movie and head back to my place?” he asks as we walk toward the side of the building where the sign says, “Employee Only Parking.”
What the hell do I do now? Turn him down? Go with him and see if sparks suddenly appear? I need to talk to Josie.
“Actually, do you mind if I use your phone to call my roommate? She’s probably waiting for my call to come pick me up, and I don’t want her to worry,” I tell him when the excuse comes to me. And, yeah, it’s a little white lie since Josie doesn’t live with me and has probably been too busy with her boyfriend to worry about me and my professor’s near death experience.
“Yeah, no problem, babe,” Bailey replies with a smile before slipping his phone from his pocket and handing it to me. “I’ll just wait by my truck. It’s the big red one,” he tells me before he walks away.
Stepping over to the side of the building, I dial up Josie whose number I know by heart. It rings so many times that I figure it’s getting ready to click over to voicemail when she answers, sounding like she’s running on a treadmill.
“Reagan? Can I…call you back…in like…ten minutes?” she asks, and then I hear Lawson in the background shout, “Thirty!”
“No, this can’t wait,” I tell her. “Quit playing hide the sausage with your boy and answer a few questions.”
“Are you still at the hospital?” she asks, sounding less distracted.
“Uh-huh. So tell me quickly, how did you know Lawson was the one? Did a light shine down from the heavens or…or did the angels sing?”
Josie laughs in my ear. “Well, Lawson was sort of an asshole to me at first,” she says, which causes the man in question to scoff in the background. “But as soon as I saw him, I thought he was the hottest man on the face of the Earth.”
“Damn right,” Lawson adds.
“Okay, so you only had eyes for him. Got it. Anything else?”
“Hmmm. Let me think. Lawson, what did you think when you first saw me that day in your garage?”
“That I wanted to fuck you,” I hear him say, making Josie laugh.
“I’m serious,” she tells him.
“I am too. I really wanted to fuck you. Oh, and my dick was so hard I forgot I even had a girlfriend or her name.”
Josie laughs again. “Did you hear that? He’s so helpful,” she says to me.
“Yeah, so you thought he was crazy hot, and he was super horny. Got it.”
“Pretty much. If he hadn’t eventually remembered he had a girlfriend and told me about her, I probably would’ve fucked him right there in the garage those first five minutes. I mean, my panties went up in flames!”
“So you had fire crotch going on?” I ask with a giggle.
“Uh-huh. Oh, how’s Professor McHottie doing? Still breathing?” she asks.
“Yeah, he should be able to go home soon. And do you remember the hot EMT? Well, he wants me to go home with him. What should I do?”
“Ooh. He was nice and buff –” she starts, and Lawson interrupts with, “Who was buff?”
“I’m just not sure if he’s the one, you know?”
“Hmm,” she mutters. “Well, if you have any doubts about going back to his place and your instant reaction wasn’t to jump his bones, then he may not be the one.”
“Nope, pretty much all afternoon I’ve been thinking about jumping my professor –” I gasp as the realization hits me.
No way.
It can’t be.
He’s my teacher and way out of my league…but the craving for pineapple, our collision, the psychic saying I would find true love as I turn a new corner in my life all add up to him.
“Oh my God, Josie! He’s the one!”
“Who? Your professor?” she asks. “You think he’s your soulmate?”
“Think about it. The whole clusterfuck of earlier could clearly rival yours with losing the car door,” I tell her. “And how many times this semester have I told you how freakin’