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Oh hell

"Hey, that was just getting good," Megan gruela’s attention had strayed, she frowned in confusion "What’s wrong? Did Professor Lewis get drunk again and take off his pants?"

Angela reached for her glass to take a deep drink of the gin fizz

"He’s here"

"Who?"

"Niko" She grimaced as the overly sweet drink hit her empty stomach "I mean, Professor--"

"Hottie?"

"Yep"

Helplessly she watched his detereous Frolossy dark hair that was threaded with hints of autuh the short strands, to the tips of his Italian shoes

His lean face was perfectly carved with a wide brow and narrow nose His cheekbones were angular, hinting at his Slavic origins, and his jaw surprisingly stubborn with just a shadow of stubble froination "pretty" His features were too hard, too ruthless, for that But there was soly beautiful about his sheer maleness, and when he offered one of his rare smileswell, there wasn’t a fe

He was dark and broody and delectable The sort of in

And if she’d caught sight of ablue eyes that spoke of hidden power and predatory danger, well, she’d convinced herself that it only

"Okay, I have to ad over her shoulder "Like a double-fudge ice creah she couldn’t deny the desire to tug off his blue sweater and gray Chinos to do a bit of tongue therapy

Megan turned back to stab her with a warning gaze "He’s also gay or ela’s eyes widened "How do you know?"

"Because he hasn’t tried to get you in bed" Megan leaned toward her "Don’t let hiela’s hair, that was for once left to brush her shoulders, Megan was disappearing toward the bar, leaving Angela alone to face the reeted, his voice a dark velvet rasp that sent renegade shivers of excitement down her spine

Ohcrap

She licked her dry lips, trying to squash the e thrills of excitement

"Dr Bartrev," she breathed, her voice barely audible over thefrom the overhead speakers

With a fluid ease, he perched on the edge of the table, his hard thigh brushing her aroing down that road

He was Niko in her fantasies In real lifewell, she needed to avoidan idiot of herself

"I didn’t expect to see you here," she said instead

"I could say the sa crowd that was a up the loud factor with every round of tequila "This isn’t your usual style"

She shrugged "Megan convinced et out and party before everyone leaves for spring break"

"Ah" The piercing blue eyes returned to study her upturned face Angela shivered beneath the sheer intensity of that gaze He had an uncanny habit of appearing coht out"

"Soela It’s not attractive to drool all over the handso here?"

"Actually, I was concerned"

She stiffened "Concerned?"

"Yes"

"Why?" She sucked in a sharp breath, suddenly struck by a terrifying thought "Is there so with my research?"

"Your work is flawless As always," he swiftly eased her fear, a strange edge in his voice although she was too relieved to notice "It’s so we’ll discuss later"

"Then what is it?"

He hesitated, al his words