I shouldn't want her, but I do.
Alicia Liu is the most gorgeous woman I have ever met, and I want to make her mine. But there's one problem.
She's my student.
Is that going to stop me from claiming her?
Not for long…
***A sweet and sexy short story with an obsessed alpha male, instalove, and a happy ending!***
Excerpt:
"Leave them," I bark. I'm going to give her some real food and going to give her a real bed to sleep on, not that crappy air mattress. I'm going to take care of her, not giving a d**n whether or not it's appropriate.
"But-"
Impatient, I seize her hand and drag her out of the room.
She shivers. "Are you going to report me to the staff?"
A frown comes onto my face. She thinks I'm going to tattle on her? Does she think I'm a heartless b*****d? Then again, I have been growling at her (albeit unintentionally). She is probably scared of me. "I'm not going to get you in trouble," I say, only half-growling this time.
"Um, then can you let go of my hand?"
I look at our intertwined hands, cursing mentally. Professors aren't supposed to touch their students, and we're definitely not supposed to hold their hands. Still, I don't want to let go of her.
Autorentext
When I manage to tear myself away from taking Buzzfeed quizzes and watching unhealthy amounts of TV, I write romance and smut. My works feature alpha males, sexy times, and/or my sarcastic sense of humor. I hail from Cleveland, aka the best freaking city in the world, and believe LeBron James is the perfect human being. Despite all of my efforts, I have never truly been able to quit caffeine. My favorites include Taylor Swift, Florence + the Machine, and SHINee. I love to hate/hate to love k-dramas. If I say I'm on a diet, I'm just lying to you and myself. One of these days, I'm going to get hypertension from an excess of salt, both literal and figurative. If I'm awkward around you, I probably don't know what to say to you and/or I think you're hot. And despite what anyone says, Forrest Gump so deserved that Oscar over Pulp Fiction.