don’t go for that sort of guy.”
“Let me guess; you dated the professor.” He teased her.
“Actually, I did.”
“That’s against the rules.”
“I waited until I wasn’t in his class,” she said as if he should have known that already. “The moment he opened his mouth and started talking about the stars and words that sounded a lot like math started coming along with all of that information I fell hard. He was cute—not in the male model way. He was short, and a little pudgy around the middle,” she laughed. “He wore these really big glasses, but it kind of added something to him. He had no style though. I’m a fashion person and he had none. We were opposites, but every class I fell for him more. When the semester was over and I had my grade I had two options. I could sign up for another class just to be near him, or I could tell him how I felt. I opted for telling him how I felt. Taking another one of his classes would have eaten up my electives and I still wanted to take the darkroom photography class.”
“So how long did it last?”
“A year. Apparently the good professor liked the thrill of dating students so when I graduated he dropped me. On my twenty-first birthday on top of that.” She shrugged as if that wasn’t important. “Smart is sexy, but it doesn’t always equate to being a nice, stand-up guy.”
“I’m sorry.”
“I’m not. While it lasted it was good, and I really did enjoy being with him. But I wasn’t in love with him and the secrecy of being lovers was just too much after a while. We couldn’t tell anybody, and sneaking around is only fun for a hot minute. After that I’d really like to be courted properly.”
He laughed. “Did you just say courted?”
“Shut up,” she hit his leg playfully. That touch on his leg, though brief, had sent an electric volt through his body, one he didn’t need right now. She was sexy. Those lips just begged him to kiss them, and her skin…what he wouldn’t give to be able to lick every inch of her. He shook the x-rated thoughts from his mind. He was on a mission and that mission did not involve bedding Carissa Jones.
Ever since he and Stacey had ended things, or more like he had ended things because he found her in bed with his friend, he just hadn’t made time for another relationship, or for sex. He took on a lot of missions. The ones that kept him away from downtime long enough not to realize what he was missing were always the ones he tried to pull. He just didn’t want to get involved with anybody again. The only woman he trusted was Natalia and she was already taken. She and Micah were definitely together and in love and he wouldn’t betray either friend by trying to seduce her away from Micah.
Now he was at a point where he thought it wasn’t going to happen for him; that desire to have a relationship with another woman was gone. Flying solo, he had said. He didn’t need to complicate his life with a woman. Then he saw pictures of Carissa and he knew he was in trouble. Then he met her and for all the trouble she was giving him he thought he was in the clear of actually wanting this woman, but now he knew he wasn’t. The lust he had for her was purely sexual…well, maybe not purely sexual. He was lusting after her and he knew that, but she was a good woman—at least she seemed like one anyway. Anybody who would put country before protecting a traitor that happened to be family had his vote of confidence. He had fought for his country, almost died for it, and to know there were still good people in this world who wouldn’t take the money and run, or justify an illegal action simply because somebody they loved was the one committing the crime, gave him a sense of pride.
Carissa was twenty-five and had gone far. She had attributed her success to her father and she was probably right. He was the one who gave her the money to start up her company, but in reality
“Let me guess; you dated the professor.” He teased her.
“Actually, I did.”
“That’s against the rules.”
“I waited until I wasn’t in his class,” she said as if he should have known that already. “The moment he opened his mouth and started talking about the stars and words that sounded a lot like math started coming along with all of that information I fell hard. He was cute—not in the male model way. He was short, and a little pudgy around the middle,” she laughed. “He wore these really big glasses, but it kind of added something to him. He had no style though. I’m a fashion person and he had none. We were opposites, but every class I fell for him more. When the semester was over and I had my grade I had two options. I could sign up for another class just to be near him, or I could tell him how I felt. I opted for telling him how I felt. Taking another one of his classes would have eaten up my electives and I still wanted to take the darkroom photography class.”
“So how long did it last?”
“A year. Apparently the good professor liked the thrill of dating students so when I graduated he dropped me. On my twenty-first birthday on top of that.” She shrugged as if that wasn’t important. “Smart is sexy, but it doesn’t always equate to being a nice, stand-up guy.”
“I’m sorry.”
“I’m not. While it lasted it was good, and I really did enjoy being with him. But I wasn’t in love with him and the secrecy of being lovers was just too much after a while. We couldn’t tell anybody, and sneaking around is only fun for a hot minute. After that I’d really like to be courted properly.”
He laughed. “Did you just say courted?”
“Shut up,” she hit his leg playfully. That touch on his leg, though brief, had sent an electric volt through his body, one he didn’t need right now. She was sexy. Those lips just begged him to kiss them, and her skin…what he wouldn’t give to be able to lick every inch of her. He shook the x-rated thoughts from his mind. He was on a mission and that mission did not involve bedding Carissa Jones.
Ever since he and Stacey had ended things, or more like he had ended things because he found her in bed with his friend, he just hadn’t made time for another relationship, or for sex. He took on a lot of missions. The ones that kept him away from downtime long enough not to realize what he was missing were always the ones he tried to pull. He just didn’t want to get involved with anybody again. The only woman he trusted was Natalia and she was already taken. She and Micah were definitely together and in love and he wouldn’t betray either friend by trying to seduce her away from Micah.
Now he was at a point where he thought it wasn’t going to happen for him; that desire to have a relationship with another woman was gone. Flying solo, he had said. He didn’t need to complicate his life with a woman. Then he saw pictures of Carissa and he knew he was in trouble. Then he met her and for all the trouble she was giving him he thought he was in the clear of actually wanting this woman, but now he knew he wasn’t. The lust he had for her was purely sexual…well, maybe not purely sexual. He was lusting after her and he knew that, but she was a good woman—at least she seemed like one anyway. Anybody who would put country before protecting a traitor that happened to be family had his vote of confidence. He had fought for his country, almost died for it, and to know there were still good people in this world who wouldn’t take the money and run, or justify an illegal action simply because somebody they loved was the one committing the crime, gave him a sense of pride.
Carissa was twenty-five and had gone far. She had attributed her success to her father and she was probably right. He was the one who gave her the money to start up her company, but in reality
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