And he pulls me into his lap and kisses me. Hard.
He seems to have forgotten the fact that we’re in his classroom. And that his class starts in twenty
minutes. If anyone were to show up early, they could see us.
“Shouldn’t we go to your office?” I try to murmur between kisses.
“No.”
He grabs my legs and positions them so that I’m straddling him. He’s hard beneath me.
And even though there’s a voice whispering in my head that we need to be careful, my traitorous
body is grinding down on top of him.
His lips come to my throat and kiss the sensitive skin there, his hands pawing at my breasts through
my shirt.
I’m about to beg him once more to take me into his office when I blink open my eyes and find
another pair staring at me from the doorway.
Isabel.
Completely speechless.
I freeze and grab Keller’s hands. He swivels his gaze in the direction I’m looking too, only there’s
not any real shock on his face.
Something is burning inside of my chest. Like acid.
Like betrayal.
I scurry off his lap and silently plead for him to come up with some sort of excuse though the
logical part of my brain knows it’s already too late.
“I can explain,” I tell her. “It’s not what it looked like.”
Keller sighs beside me and Isabel shakes her head.
“It’s exactly what it looks like,” he tells her.
I turn and face him, my heart beating too hard in my chest.
“Did you know she was coming?” I accuse him. “Did you know she would see us? You did this on
purpose?”
He doesn’t answer me. Which is all the answer I need.
Instead he rises up and meets Isabel’s gaze.
“I think you should accompany me to the dean’s office,” she says in a barely controlled voice. “Mr.
Vaughn.”