I’ve been trying to get that TA job ever since my senior year at college. I’m in the last semester of my Master’s degree and finally got the job. The only problem is our new professor is a sexy, middle-aged, brilliant writer and an even better teacher.
He runs the English department, and now he’s my boss, my professor, and the center of every last one of my fantasies. There’s no way I should want him this much, but it’s those dang glasses, and that smile, and that little dimple in his chin.
I was swooning the moment I met Professor Harlo, but the moment he opened his mouth, I fell in love.
This is the last thing I wanted. I’m fresh off a divorce, and with two kids and two demanding careers, I don’t have the time or energy for this.
Except, this girl sticks inside my brain like ABC gum, and I can’t shake her. It doesn’t help that we’re crammed in my office grading papers several days a week for hours at a time. The whole innocent thing she has going on kept me away, but she’s a writer, too, and I made the mistake of reading her half-finished romance book.
Unfortunately for me, the things I love about this girl are her mind and spirit, and those are the two things I can’t say no to.