Her Cookies: A Student and Teacher Insta-love Story

Download or read book Her Cookies: A Student and Teacher Insta-love Story written by Isla Chiu and published by Isla Chiu. This book was released on 2020-12-08 with total page 31 pages. Available in PDF, EPUB and Kindle. Book excerpt: He wants more than just my cookies. The ramblings of dead philosophers put me to sleep. What doesn't put me to sleep? My very alive, very sexy Intro to Philosophy professor. I have a major crush on Professor Newhart, but of course I don't expect it to go anywhere. Because a relationship between a student and a professor? That would be so inappropriate. And I doubt that plain old me would ever catch the eye of the sexy professor. But then he tries my cookies at a bake sale. And soon after, he's determined to also have me for dessert. WORD COUNT: 5,700 Excerpt: My heart nearly leaps out of my chest when I see Professor Newhart standing next to me. He's wearing a light blue button-down that reveals an oh-so-tempting bit of his chest, and I have to remind myself not to drool. He's so close to me that I can smell his sweet and spicy cologne, a scent that makes me want to lean toward him and breathe him in. "Are you 21?" he asks. Oh s**t. My lust quickly evaporates at his question. "Um…" He smirks. "You should be glad that I'm not a cop." My cheeks redden. "Are you going to report me?" "That depends." My stomach drops. "On what?" "Are you going to report me for this?" Making me gasp, he kisses my shoulder, then licks my bare skin. Okay, so he was flirting with me at the bake sale. Heat courses through my veins. "What are you doing? We're in public!" A mischievous smile appears on his face. "Is that your only objection to me kissing you?" "You're my professor," I hiss, my eyes darting around the bar. No one seemed to notice us, thank God. "So? I want you, and I'm fairly certain you want me too." He lowers his head, trying to kiss me again, but I push him away before his lips can touch me. "Someone can see us." A part of me wants to say to hell with the consequences and let him freaking take me right here, right now, but fortunately, my saner side wins out. However, his saner side has definitely lost to his crazy lust-driven side, for he grabs my hand and says, "Then let's go somewhere more private." Oh, I am in trouble. I should rip my hand from his. That would be the appropriate, the right thing to do. But Lord, I want to do the inappropriate and wrong thing.