Ethan’s lips pursed and he ran a hand over his shadowed jaw. “Hmm well, I’d like you to stay behind after class nonetheless.”
Wait, was he serious?
Andrew muttered something that sounded suspiciously like an insult, but Ethan had already moved on with the class and I bit my lip in an attempt to concentrate.
Brodie seemed totally unfazed by the attention we’d drawn, placing his hand on my knee beneath the desktop and shooting me a lazy grin.
“How come you’re so late?” I whispered when he held my gaze, curiosity burning within me.
Brodie shot a pointed glance toward Ethan, then withdrew his hand to flip open his notebook. He scribbled out a quick note, then pushed it in my direction to read.
Got caught on a call with my agent. Did you miss me?
I rolled my eyes but smiled as I replied on his notebook.
Yes.
Brodie’s grin was brighter than the sun itself as he took the pencil back, our fingers brushing deliciously.
Do you have plans next weekend?
I arched a brow, scribbling my quick response.
Maybe re-grouting the bathroom tiles? Why?
Now it was Brodie’s turn to roll his eyes.
Can I take you on a date?
Of all the things I thought he was going to write, I hadn’t expected that. I stared at him for a moment, trying to guess if he was maybe messing with me or joking around or…had I maybe misunderstood the question?
A date?
Another mischievous smirk from him that made my heart go all melty.
Yes. Sort of. I have a work thing and I’m allowed to bring a date…
I blinked slowly, rereading his neat handwriting several times while trying to decipher some sort of hidden meaning.
And you want to take me? Why?
It was a dumb question, considering he’d basically told me he was interested in me and then kissed me, but if it was a “work thing,” then it was a celebrity thing, and Brodie must have had his pick of hundreds of gorgeous actresses and models he could take.
Brodie gave a soft laugh as he wrote his reply.
Because Drew looks shitty in a dress…and I like you, Evie.
He dotted theiofEviewith a heart and I just about died dead right there. RIP me. Until Andrew reached over and snatched the notebook from under my nose.
“No,” he said firmly to Brodie, leaning forward to glare over me. “And I’d look fantastic in a dress. I look fantastic in everything.”
His indignation was sincere enough that my shoulder shook with amusement and Brodie grinned like the Cheshire Cat. But Andrew didn’t give the notebook back, so we both reluctantly started paying attention to Ethan’s lecture.
Or…I tried. Brodie’s hand rested on my knee once more and the little circles his thumb traced on my thigh had me all twisted up and practically panting by the time class finished. I’d have thought my needs were fully satiated by Ethan during the storm, but evidently, I’d been wrong.
“Ms. Lewis,” Ethan called out as we packed up and the class emptied, reminding me that he’d asked me to stay behind.
I licked my lips, anticipation thrumming through me as I approached his desk at the front of the room. “Professor Sullivan,” I replied, unable to keep the sultry purr out of my voice. We hadn’t discussed where we stood with one another or what this would all mean for his job, but I was pretty sure he wanted more.
