“Shane Brooks earned the right to the title *swoon-worthy*!” – Stormy Day Reading Books
They call us the Firework Girls.
I’m Isabella. My comfort zone consists of a bank of test tubes and a Bunsen burner. But having to take a philosophy class to graduate from college—well, that’s causing a different kind of burn altogether. I mean, the hottest professor at Hartman is looking right at me.
Can you blame me for looking back?
Sexy or not, Shane Brooks follows the rules. All of them. As my professor, he won’t put one toe over the line. Me? Good girl or not, I’m tired of resisting the way I feel about him.
If I want to do more than drool over this guy from the back of class, it’ll be up to me to make something happen.
While listening to Jack’s story, I take another sip. Over the rim of my raised glass, just down the hall, I see Shane Brooks watching me.
And he’s alone.
He doesn’t seem to know I’ve spotted him, for his eyes are traveling down the length of my body, wrapped in form-fitting velvet, and back up again. He looks hungry, and slightly stunned.
I slowly lower my glass, granting him full view of my cleavage, which he lingers on for a moment before finally, slowly, meeting my eyes.
This time neither one of us look away.
One heartbeat. Two.
I lose count as the moment lingers on.
“Ah!” Jack says suddenly, snapping me out of my trance. “Here comes our brigade.”
I glance toward the Ladies room exit to see Chloe and Sam emerge.
Jack offers me his arm and I take it automatically, my eyes darting back to Professor Brooks, who’s still watching me.