Page 3 of Seducing Kaden
The professor clears her throat, addressing the dumbstruck crowd. “Good afternoon, class. I’m Evelina Garcia and I’ll be instructing you on the principles of economics for this semester.” She projects a course outline, proceeding to discuss each item she plans to cover, but her words filter in one ear and out the other. I’m still stuck on the fact the woman I’ve been lusting after all morning is my professor.
Duke chuckles under his breath. “Dude, I think you’ve got a little drool there.” He gestures at my chin. “Not that I blame you. She’s fucking gorgeous. Man, do you see the rack on her?”
If only he knew.
At least the outfit I had delivered fits her, and her sexy cleavage is nicely protected behind the couture fitted jacket. Courtney sent her the perfect skirt suit. It’s a rich, chocolate-brown color that complements her eyes and her skin tone. The fit is sublime too, and the expensive material hugs her body like a second skin. I look around, and every guy in the room is hanging off her every word, their eyes stuck to her sexy body. I shift in my seat as an unfamiliar territorial sensation sweeps over me.
When class ends, and everyone starts leaving, I realize I haven’t heard a word she’s said, nor have I taken any notes. I’ve been in a trance the entire time. I stand up, stretching my arms out over my head in an attempt to loosen my tightly strung body. Her gaze flicks up, and she spots me.
Although we’re separated by a vast auditorium, and students are spilling out of their seats, making their way toward the exit, we may as well be in an empty lecture hell with no distance dividing us. Electricity ripples in the air as we stare at one another.
“I’d like to have a word with Kaden Kennedy,” she says into her mic. “Please approach the desk.”
Guess the cat’s out of the bag now.
“What’s that all about?” Duke asks, curiosity in his tone.
“I’ll tell you later,” I murmur, grabbing my backpack and making my way down to the front of the auditorium.
“Kaden.” Her eyes meet mine, and there’s confidence in her gaze that was missing this morning.
“Professor Garcia.” My lips fight a smirk.
She rounds the desk. “Actually, it’s Doctor Garcia,” she admits. “But I prefer to keep that under wraps.”
I stare at her in awe. “How is that even possible? You must have graduated in diapers.”
Her lips curve into an amused grin. “It was something like that,” she murmurs. “I trust my secret is safe with you?”
“Of course. I’ll take your secrets to the grave.” I shoot her a cocky grin.
Her expression turns serious. “Thank you for the suit.” She gestures at herself. “It’s… spectacular, and it was extremely thoughtful of you.”
I shrug. “It was nothing. Considering you called me by my full name, I’m assuming you’ve figured out it’s my mom’s company. All I did was call up her assistant and ask her to send you a suit ASAP.”
“How did you know my size?”
“Lucky guess,” I lie. I’ve grown up with a mom who is owner and CEO of one of the largest international fashion brands in the world. Every time Mom meets a gorgeous girl, she asks her for her measurements and if she’s interested in modeling. It’s a running joke among me and my brothers, and we take bets on how long it’ll take Mom to mention it. Plus, I’ve worked the last few summers in the office with her, so I know more about this stuff than the average guy. Not that you’ll ever hear me confirming that out loud. That would do zilch for my street cred.
Grabbing her bag, she removes a checkbook. “How much do I owe you?”
I shake my head. “Nothing. It was a gift.”
She levels me with a grave look. “It can’t be a gift, Kaden. You’re one of my students, and the last thing I need is someone suggesting I’m taking bribes for grades.”
I scrub a hand over my jaw. “I hadn’t thought of it like that, and I didn’t know who you were when we met.”
“Nor I you, but it doesn’t change the fact this could look very bad for me. I really need this job, and my first day hasn’t gotten off to a stellar start, so I’d be very grateful if you could work with me on this.”
“Of course.” I rush to reassure her. “I don’t want you to lose your job.” Not when you’ve just made this class the most exciting one ever. “I’ve no idea how much it retails for, but I’ll find out.”
She pulls a business card out of her wallet, handing it to me. “Have your mom’s assistant email me an invoice, and I’ll settle with her directly.”
Our fingers brush as I take the card from her, sending another jolt through my body. Silence engulfs us, and she stares at me with a look I can’t decipher.
Man, she’s so beautiful.
And completely off-limits.
