Crazy in Love - Lane Hart Page 0,18
down onto the edge of my bed.
“Okay, so we’ll have to start slow, but you’re gonna have to move along at a rabbit’s pace, not a tortoise’s. Why don’t you try slipping your hand down his back and grabbing his ass the next time you kiss him?”
“Grab his ass. Yes, I think I can do that.” Honestly, he has an incredible ass that is accented by his perfectly fitting slacks. More than once I’ve wondered what it would be like to touch it or bite it. Yum.
“Great. Get some ass tomorrow, and then we’ll work out a plan to snag his cock.”
“Awesome! Thanks, Josie!”
“Don’t worry, chica. We’ve got six days to get you and him in the sack. Easy peasy.”
“God, I hope so,” I tell her. “Actually, you should be the captain of team Help Reagan Get Laid, or you know what Madam Tess said. If I fail…”
“Oh fuck me!” Josie exclaims. “Lawson and I need you to get it in or we could…what if…shit, shit, shit!”
“Calm down! Just help me get through this week and we can both have our happily ever after.”
“Yeah, as long as we keep finding suckers to drink the potion and make sure they don’t fail,” she snorts.
Really, though, how hard can it be to sleep with a man in a week? Women have one-night stands all the time. I’ve got this.
…
“Reagan, about last night,” Professor Daughton, I mean, Gage, says as soon as I walk in and shut the door to his office the next morning. “We can’t let that happen again.”
Oh no. I’m so screwed.
“Wait, I don’t mean ever,” he amends, coming around his desk to lean his back against the front of it. “Just that the school policy prevents us from…having any sort of, ah, relationship while I’m your teacher. So, if you still want…this in two weeks, after you graduate…”
“I can’t wait that long,” I blurt out. “You can trust me not to tell anyone. I promise you it won’t get out.”
Gage smiles at me while I stand in front of him, a complete ball of nerves, and then his eyes slowly descend down my black maxi dress and back up again.
“Believe me, Reagan. I really wish you had graduated last semester. But I can’t risk it.”
“You don’t understand,” I reply in frustration, running my fingers through my hair. “I need to be with you now before it’s too late.”
Gage’s jaw clenches, and then he crosses his arms over his chest. “Wait. Is this about your grade?” he asks.
“Huh?” I ask in confusion. My grade is the least of my concerns compared to uniting with my soulmate.
“Are you trying to say that you…last night, that was your attempt to, how should I say this, score a higher grade on your paper and final exam?”
Holy moly. Is that what he thinks of me? That I’m so desperate to pass his class that I would whore myself out like those other girls? Well, it sounds more believable than we need to have sex within a week because of a love potion I drank.
“It is, isn’t it? After graduation, you’re gonna leave this place and me behind, right? If you pass. Is that your plan?” he asks, and I would almost say he sounds angry like he was thinking of a future with me and doesn’t think I am.
God, this really sucks, but being a slut is much more believable than a love potion. If I tell him about that, he’ll think I need to be locked up in the crazy house. I can play up the slut routine. And then after we sleep together and sealed the deal, I’ll tell him the truth.
Taking a deep breath, I draw on my inner vixen slash ho-bag and waltz up to my professor until the front of my body is brushing his. I even manage to wedge one of my legs between the two of his so that my thigh is pressed right against the zipper of his pants. He doesn’t flinch or push me away, so I weave my fingers through both sides of his hair that I’ve been dying to touch and then whisper as seductively as I can manage into his ear, “Say yes, Gage.”
Maybe it’s my imagination, but his body shudders before he exhales. “Reagan,” he says, and I feel his warm breath ghost over my cheek. “This isn’t really necess –”
I tug on the two handfuls of his hair to raise his face until his lips find mine. And just like