gym at the same time, just when I happened to be working?
“Senna, nice to see you,” Adler said with a panty-melting smile.
Carter winked at me as he handed me his ID card.
They were trying to play it cool, but there was something different in their eyes now that we were a little more than just student and teacher.
Not sure if that was a good thing or bad. But I did know I was about to crawl out of my skin.
But first rub up against them.
“I see you’ve met Professor Baldwyn,” Chase said, gesturing to his friend.
“Hey, I’m not a real professor, you know,” he interrupted.
Chase patted him on the back. “Relax, I’m just having a little fun.”
Glad they were having fun because I wanted to die.
“I’m in his French 101 class,” I squeaked.
Baldwyn’s face lit up in a huge smile. “Wow, we’re all acquainted. That’s awesome. Hey, I gotta run to yoga. Senna, see you in an hour,” he said, taking off.
That left me with Adler and Chase, whose eyebrows were raised.
Please, God, could we have an earthquake and could you swallow me up in it? Now?
Adler discreetly squeezed my hand. “How’re you doing, sweetie?”
He and Carter looked at me.
I nodded. “Good,” I said, flatly.
Oh, what the fuck. What was the use in being coy?
I took a deep breath and shimmied my shoulders to release the tension. I looked around to make sure no one was in hearing proximity. “That was… so much fun yesterday. I’d never done that.”
The guys looked at each other with satisfied smiles.
Carter lowered his voice. “Never done a threesome?”
I shook my head. “No. But I might like to try another.”
Adler tilted his head. “That can be arranged.” He shifted in his trousers.
“Hello, Professors. Is everything okay?” Patti chirped loudly as she approached us.
I spoke up first. “Everything’s fine, Patti. We were just discussing class.”
Her eyebrows rose. “Oh. You have both these men as teachers?”
Sure do, sweetie.
“Hey, we have a racquetball court reservation we need to get to,” Carter said. “See you later, Senna.”
“See you,” I said, turning back to my boss.
She wistfully watched them disappear into the men’s locker room. “God, they are beautiful.” She wandered back to her office, shaking her head.
Good lord. What was I getting myself into?
Things slowed as the end of lunch hour drew near. I pulled out my laptop. I’d started that asshole Ty’s paper a few days earlier and wanted to finish it to get him out of my thoughts. His assignment had been to write a brief biography about someone famous.
Our conversation about it had baffled me.
“Who do you want to do a biography on?” I’d asked him when he’d cornered me in the hall after class.
“Don’t know. Don’t care. You choose.” He started walking away.
He was a bigger idiot than I’d thought.
He stopped and turned. “Wait. The paper can be about anyone I want?”
Now the wheels were turning.
I nodded.
“Okay then. Do my paper on Kanye.”
I didn’t think that was the sort of famous person Professor Adler had in mind, but I didn’t care about Ty’s paper. Only my own.
“Ty, why are you even here, at the university?” I asked.
I had to ask, no matter how bitchy it sounded.
“It’s the best way to get into the pros, little lady,” he said, wandering off with a wave.
Well.
That left me a lot of options. I decided to write a biography not about Kanye, but about the sort of star that would embarrass the shit out of him.
Taylor Swift.
No meat-loving dumb jock ever liked Taylor Swift. Or at least, no one who’d ever admit to it.
But he was about to become a fan. A big fucking fan.
While I counted down the minutes until my meeting with Baldwyn, I put the finishing touches on Ty’s paper, making it just crappy enough to first, look like he’d written it, and second, get him a solid C- on it—if Adler were feeling generous.
Chapter 27
PROFESSOR CHASE BALDWYN
I’d had a pretty good yoga class, but damn if I couldn’t stop thinking about Senna the whole time. And the way she’d blushed when the other guys came into the fitness center just about set me on fire. They’d been together, one way or the other. It was written all over their faces.
And I was cool with that. I wasn’t a possessive guy.
But I’d have been lying if I didn’t admit that I hoped Senna would be down with spending some time with me, as well.
Or maybe all three of us guys?
“Hey, you off work yet?” I asked