Comfort Zone

Walking into Jake’s bachelor party to see my professor motorboating a stripper?

Talk about Awkward.

It wouldn’t have been so bad if I wasn’t completely hot for the guy. I had been since I first walked into that feline anatomy class and saw him performing chest compressions on a Persian cat named Andrew. All I could think about was how I wanted to be the next creature to slither under those strong, masculine hands.

It was every woman’s dream, right? Finding a man who knew how to handle a pussy.

So, as I sat in that strip club and knocked back my third tequila, I started thinking . . . I should make a move on him.

When our eyes locked over the busty blonde stripper who was gyrating against me, and he smiled, it was all the encouragement I needed. I politely pushed her aside, stood up, and walked over to him and . . .

I’ve got no idea what happened next. I knew there was a reason I avoided drinking tequila.

Judging by the way he’s smirking at me as I walk into his class on Monday?

I’m not sure I want to know . . .

Contains mature themes.

© 2018 Tantor Media (Ljudbok): 9781541445628

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Ljudbok: 6 november 2018