Seducing Professor Coyle by Darien Cox

Author:Darien Cox [Cox, Darien]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Phaze Books
Published: 2013-08-12T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter Nine

Two days. It had been two days since his display of weakness with Ben LeClair, and Peter hadn’t heard a word from him. He hadn’t seen him. And that was a good thing. It was also a good thing that no one had come knocking on his office door to fire him, or tell him that a student reported him for inappropriate behavior. While he knew he should be the adult here, and seek Ben out to apologize, he was hoping the problem would simply go away.

You weren’t being the adult when you shoved your tongue down a student’s throat two nights ago.

He winced at the memory. How could he have been so stupid, so out of control? Christ, he’d just gotten laid Friday night, it wasn’t like he hadn’t had it in a while. But Benjamin...the intensity in that kid’s eyes. The desperation in his kiss.

He squeezed his eyes closed. He couldn’t let his mind go there. He should just go home, the day was done, and being on campus only made him think of Benjamin. But being at home sounded lonely. Silly really; he was as alone in this office as he would be at home. And he loved his house. But he’d felt an uncharacteristic emptiness since Thorn’s party. He didn’t want a boyfriend, it had been years since he’d been serious with anyone, and his life had benefited from the lack of emotional chaos. But he craved...something.

You mean someone, and you know damn well who, you nasty old perv.

Letting out a long breath, he turned to his computer, determined to distract himself with grading papers. Since the debacle with Benjamin’s test, he’d started asking students to use the electronic system when turning in work. He didn’t want to go through that again. Benjamin, the sexy little bastard, was right. It was safer having everything online.

It took forever for the page to load. Then once it did, it kept freezing up. “Not again.” He gritted his teeth. He hated computers. “Come on, you piece of shit.” He slammed his hand down on the keyboard, growling.

“They don’t respond well to violence, I’ve found.”

Peter wheeled around in his chair, and saw Ben LeClair. He leaned against the open doorway, arms crossed in front of his chest, absolutely radiant in soft jeans and a baby blue tee shirt, his sandy hair neat and coiffed.

“Benjamin.” Peter glanced around his office as though seeking a means of escape. No windows to climb out of, Petie, you’re trapped like a rat. Resigning himself, he sighed. “Come in. I guess we need to talk.”

Ben stepped hesitantly into the room, and Peter tried not to stare at his tanned arms, so strong and perfect-looking. “Talking can wait. What’s wrong with your computer?” He pointed at the laptop.

Peter swiveled his chair back, thankful for the distraction. “Oh, this piece of junk, I don’t know. It’s been running slow and keeps freezing up, it’s probably on its way out. They don’t exactly shower us with top-of-the-line equipment at this school.

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