Teach Me by L. L. Ash EPUB & PDF – eBook Details Online
- Author: L. L. Ash
- Language: English
- Formats: PDF / EPUB
- Status: Available For Free Download
- Genre: New Fiction, Romance
- Price: Free
- File Size: 2 MB
- Published Date: 16 Feb, 2023
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Writing was my life.
And I’m not joking about that. If I couldn’t write, I would be
absolutely useless to society. Some people take antidepressants, or do yoga or
hike, or eat really good chocolate ice cream. For me, I write. It’s my therapy,
if you will.
So, to say that my creative writing class was my favorite my first
year of college was a bit of an understatement. I mean, I’d taken it every year
since I started college. When I became knowledgeable enough to become the
class’s TA, oh my God, it was like a dream come true.
Sure, being a teaching assistant was mostly just correcting tests,
reading papers and doing the grunt work that my professor didn’t have time
to do, but I didn’t care. I was going to be learning from some of the best, and
my writing was going to benefit. Hell, maybe I’d even try to publish!
Now, the big obstacle ahead of me was getting the job.
I stood outside my professor’s office door, waiting for time to tick by
because I was ten minutes early.
“Goddamnit!” I heard from behind the office door and my eyes
widened.
Professor Harlo was new, replacing my recently retired professor. A
spike of worry shot through me, wondering if the man had a temper.
The door swung open and there Professor Harlo was, over six feet
tall, in slacks and a white shirt, deft fingers ripping off his tie.
“Oh, shit,” he whispered, jumping a little when he saw me there
outside his door. “You here for the TA job?”
I nodded dumbly, my head bobbing up and down while he dabbed at
his shirt. The big brown coffee stain on the front of his shirt finally grabbed
my attention.
“Are you ok?” I finally bumbled, grabbing the tissue out of his hand
so I could vigorously rub at the stain. “Did it burn you?”
Professor Harlo raised an eyebrow at me and watched me make a
bloody fool of myself while I cleaned off my professor.
Oh God…
I finally blinked, realizing what I was doing, and shoved the napkin
back at him.
“Sorry, I don’t know what I was…”
“Know how to get this out?” he asked, pointing to the spot and
interrupting my apology.
I nodded.
“Good,” he said, waving me into his office as he wandered back in
himself.
Those fingers, long and dexterous, started unbuttoning his shirt,
starting from the neck down. I watched slack-jawed while he didn’t even
bother glancing at me.
“Consider this a trial run,” he said finally, sliding his shirt off his
arms before he bunched it against his bare chest.
Uh, yes, bare chest. And what a chest it was! His skin was pale, but
there were muscles there that many academic men never bothered to develop.
A dusting of freckles sprinkled across his pecs, and a dusting of dark hair
trailed down into the band of his slacks.
“Hey,” he called, making the ‘I’m watching you’ motion with his
fingers and eyes. “Get this all cleaned up and you’ve got the job.”
I blinked, clearing my mind as he shoved the shirt at me and pulled
on an old man cardigan that fit him so well. The horn rimmed glasses on his
face accentuating his dark, carmel colored eyes.
“What’s your name, by the way?” he asked once he was dressed
again.
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