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Authors: Michele Zurlo

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Out of My League

OUT OF MY LEAGUE

Safe Word: Oasis 3

 

 

Michele Zurlo

 

 

 

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Safe Word: Oasis 3: Out of My League

Copyright © February 2012 by Michele Zurlo

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Case 3a

I have to get him out of my system. One day, please. Just give me one day where someone who looks a lot like him tosses me over my desk, spanks me, and gives me what I need. Then I want to spend a nice, relaxing day on a beach with a spectacular view of the Caribbean. I know the second part isn’t quite what you guys do, so I’m happy if you can swing the first part.

Case 3b

She drives me crazy. That little package of hotness wrapped in baggy clothes. I want to strip her naked and show her another side of me. Well, I know that’ll never happen. I’ll settle for someone who looks exactly like her. And then I’ll need to get my head back together before I have to face her for real. Someplace warm. With a beach.

Chapter One

The Wednesday before Thanksgiving was the worst day in the school year. Most students at Sault Ste. Marie State University would be heading home for break, and many had already begun the trek from Sault Ste. Marie to the Lower Peninsula. Canada was closer than home for most students. Some took the entire week off. Brave souls.

Mia sighed and wished she had enough courage to blow off even a half day of school. Working as a teaching assistant got her a discount on tuition and helped defray the cost of room and board, but it also meant that she didn’t have the option of ducking out early. Her boss was an anal-retentive professor who liked to pontificate and who insisted on marking down papers a third of a grade for every mistake in grammar or punctuation. That meant Mia got to spend hours poring over papers, assessing them for correct content and looking for the tiniest error. Even the best papers had two or three proofing errors.

She hoped and prayed to be assigned to another professor next semester, but Dr. Brindley had taken a shine to her as an undergrad, and so he had requested her for the last three semesters. Soon, though, she’d have her master’s degree in sociology. Then she could pursue her doctorate at a school with no Dr. Brindley. Two of the programs to which she’d applied were located in warmer climes. While she loved the Upper Peninsula, after seven years, the six months of winter had lost its charm.

The sharp squeak of the door opening interrupted her musings. Though she shared the common area connecting the sociology professors’ private offices with all the other TAs, the other professors had let their student slaves leave early. Some had even canceled class. Not Dr. Brindley. He was holding office hours until the very last minute, which, thankfully, was fast approaching.

That left Mia as the only person in the reception area. A divider halfway across the room conspired with her diminutive height to block her view of the door. Based on the heavy footfalls shaking the floor and heading in her direction, it could only be Kaelen. Well, that and the fact she hadn’t checked off his name as one of the students who attended class this morning and turned in his paper. She tapped her pen on the paper on her desk and glanced at the clock. Office hours officially ended in thirty seconds. He was cutting it close.

She saw the top of his head over the divider a second before he came into full view, but the extra second didn’t give her the time she needed to steel herself against what was coming.

Light brown hair, straight as a board, flopped over his right eye. Smooth skin covered his high, sharp cheekbones, underlining the intensity of his slate gray eyes. A day or two of beard growth darkened his cheeks, and she wondered if it would be scratchy or soft. He covered his broad shoulders and lean body with a black fleece jacket, jeans, and heavy work boots.

If anyone fit the perfect model image of a sexy lumberjack, Kaelen Sebastian did. Only he wasn’t a lumberjack. He was a student in Dr. Brindley’s Advanced Methods class, and he had a nasty habit of coming late to class. Dr. Brindley absolutely hated Kaelen. He railed against the man’s cockiness, his lackadaisical approach to life, and any other perceived flaws.

This marked the second semester in a row that Mia had to deal with Kaelen. It also marked the second semester in a row that she tossed and turned at night whenever Dr. Brindley had a paper due. Without fail, Kaelen always appeared for office hours and asked for help with his paper. And without fail, she became a bumbling idiot who couldn’t think straight around a drop-dead-sexy man.

Kaelen was nothing if not consistent. He flashed a crooked smile that showed one dimple. Charm oozed from his pores. He shoved one hand into the pocket on his jeans, lifting that fleece enough to give her an unobstructed, eye-level view of how well his package filled that denim. “Hi, Mia. Why aren’t you already on the road?”

She could roll her eyes and incline her head to Dr. Brindley’s office, blaming him without saying a word, but she didn’t believe in blaming other people for her actions. Sitting up straighter and squaring her shoulders, she gave him a tight-lipped smile. “I’m scheduled to work until five.”

Those smoky eyes glanced at the clock above her head and back down. “It’s five o’clock.”

On cue, the door to Dr. Brindley’s office opened, then closed. He locked it and slid the keys into his jacket pocket. The polite smile on his face turned into a mild sneer when he spied Kaelen.

He froze for a second, and then he dismissed Kaelen completely. Tipping his hat at Mia, he bowed his head. “Have a nice holiday, Ms. Calloway. I’ll see you Monday at one.”

Kaelen didn’t seem to notice Dr. Brindley’s terse dismissal of him. He turned all the power of his brilliant smile on the self-aggrandizing professor. “Hey, Doc. I hope you have a great Thanksgiving.”

“Thank you.” His tone didn’t match the meaning of the phrase. Without further exchange of pleasantries, Dr. Brindley left.

Mia gathered the papers she hadn’t yet graded and threw them into her bag. She only had a handful left to read. If she didn’t have to check them so closely for errors, she would have finished by now, but it was better to take the time with them now than have Dr. Brindley notice something and make her redo the entire stack.

And tell the class their papers were late because his TA lacked the ability to pay attention to details. She had been mortified the first time he had done that, and she went out of her way to make sure it would never happen again.

Kaelen came around and leaned against the side of her desk. He had unzipped his jacket when she wasn’t looking. Underneath he wore a blue plaid flannel shirt. The top three buttons were undone. A white cotton shirt crossed the span where she should have been able to see his chest. She’d seen him in a short-sleeved shirt that molded to his frame before. The sight had made her tingle in ways her vibrator couldn’t seem to cure.

She spied the yellow plastic binding of a report cover peeking out from under his arm. Shaking her head, she grabbed her jacket from the back of her chair. “No. Don’t even ask.”

He leaned closer, and the spicy, clean scent of his aftershave tickled from her nose to her pussy. That crooked smile sent pangs to her chest, and she wanted to drown in his dimple. “Mia.”

She loved the way her name rolled from his tongue. The two syllables had never sounded so sexy. His voice made her mind take flight and imagine a hundred sensual possibilities, all of them ending with the two of them naked, sweaty, and exhausted.

She dropped her gaze and focused on her serviceable, comfortable black shoes. That led her to take in the thick tights that sucked in a few of her extra pounds and kept her legs warm. And then she looked at the shapeless gray dress. Gray looked so much better in his eyes than it did on her body.

Drawing attention to herself had never been a high priority for Mia. She was smart, not pretty or artistic. Looking down provided a reality check. A man as handsome as Kaelen Sebastian didn’t flirt with someone as unremarkable as Mia because he was interested in conversation or kissing. Nope, he wanted special treatment that would save his grade. Shoving an arm into her jacket, she shook her head. “No. Dr. Brindley was just here. You should have talked to him.”

He lifted the other half of her jacket to help her put it on. His fingers brushed against her shoulder, sending shock waves crashing through her system. “Office hours are over. He wouldn’t have talked to me.”

She folded the flap to close her bag. Kaelen put his hand over hers. Electricity shot in all directions, but she was sure she was the only one who felt it. She jerked her hand away. “You could have walked out with him.”

“I’d rather walk out with you.” He flashed that dimple again. Damn if it didn’t make her resolve waver a little.

She stiffened and tried not to show how much he affected her.

“Please? I had to work last night. The paper is finished, and it’s damn good too. I think you’d like it.”

Students had used those excuses with Dr. Brindley before. She knew how he would respond. “School is a priority. You should have organized your time better.”

“Paying my rent and eating are priorities too. I got called in. I have to work. You work. You know how it is.”

Mia had never turned in a late paper in her life. She normally finished early, sometimes with a week or two to spare. She bristled at what had been said and what was implied. If she accepted the paper, he would let her pretend she wasn’t a nerd with no social life. If she turned him down, she would only confirm what they both knew to be true.

He flashed that smile again. Her knees grew weak, but fear of losing her job kept her focused. “If you slip it into your bag, he’ll never know. He’ll think I turned it in early and you just didn’t mention it.”

There it was. Professors gave nerdy students preferential treatment, cut them some slack when they messed up because they were better students than everyone else. Mia fit the mold. She knew the score. Professors had overlooked her mistakes a few times, though she had never abused the privilege.

And now Kaelen had maligned her character, and she could only think about what it would feel like to have him hold her down, shove her legs apart, and grind his hardness against her willing body.

 

WHEN SHE SHOVED her glasses up the bridge of her nose and pressed those lips in that prim line that had him fighting a serious urge to leap across the desk and kiss the vinegar right off her face, Kaelen knew he was fucked. His job as a Sault Ste. Marie firefighter sometimes meant he had trouble making it to class on time or finding time to work on a paper. Fires didn’t care about deadlines.

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