Professor Frazier points at a stack of papers on the table. “Pass those around the room.”
I grab the papers, about to walk up the aisle, when the door slams. Tucker Kane stands before the double doors, looking like a blond, broad-shouldered sex god. He’s accompanied by another gorgeous guy who’s tall and muscular with shaggy brown hair. They’re both built like athletes, disgustingly handsome, and capturing the attention of everyone around them.
Tucker’s eyes find mine. He appraises my body and rolls his tongue over his bottom lip. This time, a shiver runs through me, not because of the chill in the cold building. Tucker walks toward me and winks.
He’s dressed in a leather jacket paired with a fitted navy tee and low-slung jeans hanging from his hips, reminding me of a male model. Now, I’m the one licking my lips. I suck in a deep breath, frozen in place, my feet unable to carry me. Tucker whispers something to his friend, both of their eyes on me.
He stops in front of me with a strange expression on his face. “So, we meet again, Sam.”
My mouth falls open slightly before I realign my jaw again.
“Is that for me?”
Tucker takes a syllabus from my hand and passes it to his friend. His fingers brush mine when I hand another to him. He glances down at the paper and follows his friend to the back row.
I watch as he leans back in his chair, crossing his arms over his thick chest. He kicks his feet up on the chair before him and flashes an evil grin in my direction. There’s no way I’ll make it through an entire semester with Tucker staring at me this way.
After everyone has a syllabus, Professor Frazier slips behind the podium. He gives his spiel about what he expects over the next twelve weeks, instructing the class to contact me, which means Tucker will have direct access to me.
I clear the lump forming at the back of my throat. He makes it impossible for me to focus on anything other than him. His presence commands attention, and he seems well aware of this.
I am so damn screwed.
Chapter 11
Tucker
Samantha is in my class. No, wait... she’s my teaching assistant. I smile like an idiot when Professor Frazier tells the class to contact Sam. My mind is reeling, full of questions I want her to answer. Now that she’s my TA, she can’t avoid me.
Sitting at the desk next to the podium, dressed in a tight skirt and blouse that hugs her big, perky tits, she moves her hand through her long brown hair. She looks good, really fucking good. I want to bend her over that desk and fuck the sexy grin off her face.
With one look in my direction, she makes my dick hard as if she willed it to happen.
Jamie elbows me to gain my attention, and I turn to look at him. “Do you know the TA?”
Uncrossing my arms from my chest, I set my legs on the floor and sit straight. “Yeah, she’s the girl who wouldn’t tutor me last semester.”
He laughs. “You fucked your teacher.”
“Teaching assistant,” I correct.
“Same difference. She’s the one who’s grading our tests and assignments. You better hope she doesn’t take out her anger on you.”
My nose scrunches in disgust. “I doubt she’ll do that.”
Would she?
“I hope not,” Jamie says, typing a message on his cell phone.
And then, cell phones ring simultaneously. We all know what that means.
The Queen.
Removing my phone from my pocket, I suck in a deep breath, hoping I’m not the target of The Queen again. Last month, Drake took the focus off me. But who knows what January brings?
I lean forward, place my forearms on my thighs, and read the latest post.
Dethroned: January Edition
