Tyler Johansen, catcher for the Memphis Blues, always promised himself he would complete his bachelor’s degree. But his online professor is a real pain in the ass.
When Professor Harper Manning is forced to bend the rules for one of her students just because he’s a professional athlete, she’s pissed. Entitled jerk.
Unfortunately he’s the sexiest entitled jerk she’s ever come across, and Ty has made it clear he’s hot for teacher. She could lose her job if they’re caught messing around.
The problem is, he might be worth it.
Ty pulled into the public parking lot on Huling and they talked as they made their way the block and a half to the restaurant on Butler. Much to his surprise, Harper reached out and tucked her hand in his. Maybe it was the foot traffic and she was a little uncomfortable with the hustle and bustle. Whatever the reason, he squeezed her hand reassuringly, and she looked up at him, a smile playing at her lips. His heart skipped. She looked so sweet, and so different from the pent-up professor he’d met only a week or so ago. He wanted to make her genuinely smile, to coax the fun out of a woman who was so serious, so strict with her students, and, he was sure, with herself as well. He’d bet she was even more beautiful when she laughed. He would make that his personal challenge on this non-date.
“So… I saw this book in your office. All about vampires and burials,” he started as they crossed the intersection. Remembering his niece’s fascination with some vampire romance book, he asked, “Are you team Edward or team Jacob?”
“No sparkly vampires, please.” She rolled her eyes and shook her head, a smirk playing at her lips. “I’m more of a Christopher Lee kind of girl.”
“Only the scariest Dracula ever. Much more frightening than Edward.” When they stepped up on the curb, she asked, “Didn’t you watch scary movies as a kid?”
“Some,” he replied. “But usually I like the books better. I’m woefully ignorant about sparkly vampires and Christopher Lee.”
“You knew about Edward and Jacob,” she said. There. That was the grin he was hoping for, but not quite as much as he wanted. “I’ll bet you’re a closet Twilight fan.”
“Aw, hey, was that Teach cracking a joke at my expense?”
“Could be.” Then he heard it. The laugh he was waiting for, and he high-fived himself inside as he watched her, lips spread wide, crinkles at the corners of her eyes, just as he’d imagined. She bumped him with her shoulder as they approached the restaurant’s door.
“You should do that more often,” he told her. “You have an awesome laugh. You even snorted a little.”
“I did not.”
“Oh, you snorted, all right, Professor Smarty-pants.” He pointed at her, and she slapped at his fingers. “I’m never going to let you forget it.”
He held the door for her, and as she passed him to go inside he said, “It’s a gorgeous sound, that laugh. Just like its owner.”
Alexandra enjoys writing contemporary romances with hot heroes and strong heroines, centered on her favorite sport: baseball. A former research scientist, Alexandra spends her free time taking care of her husband, teenage daughter, and two doge, a Papillon named Percy, and a St. Bernard mix named Bongo.