Bad Professor (An Alpha Male Bad Boy Romance) (134 page)

"So, I still
don't get it," I said. "Why did you date him?"

She scrunched up
her nose and gave me an adorable, cringing smile. "He was a good
kisser."

"Next round
is on you and now I definitely need another shot," I said.

Quinn's smile
faded as she watched him flirting around the dance floor. "I wonder why he
dated me."

"Are you
kidding?" I asked. I got up and joined her on her side of the booth.
"Just look at you."

"Exactly. I'm
dressed as if I've been hanging out in my parents’ basement. Oh, wait, that's
exactly what I've been doing."

"We can fix
that," I said. "May I?"

She held her hands
up, her beer in one. "Be my guest."

I dug both hands
into her chestnut hair. It was just as thick and soft as I always imagined. I
rubbed my fingers along her scalp and avoided her eyes. "Didn't your
sister teach you the trick for fuller and perfectly mussed hair?"

Quinn slapped my
hands away. "Alright, fine." She fluffed her roots up then combed her
fingers through the shiny waves.

"Now unbutton
the bottom buttons, tie them in a bow," I said, eyeing her light blue
shirt. "And take my belt. Cinch it tight around that tight little
waist."

Quinn giggled and
stood up to follow my directions. A glimpse of her flat stomach had me reeling
harder than the shots. "How's this?"

I reached up.
"Just a few more buttons to undo here." I slowly undid two buttons to
reveal the smooth, perfect tops of her breasts.

"Is he
looking?" Quinn asked.

"Use both
hands to flip your hair and wiggle your hips a little while you do it," I
said. My voice was gruff, but she heard me.

Raising her hands
up revealed more of her flat stomach and tight waist. More than a few customers
appreciated her curves. Then, Quinn shook her hands through her long hair and
more heads turned. I sat frozen in the booth. If I stood up, I would take her
in my arms and never let go.

"Oh my God, I
think it worked. Is he coming over?" Quinn asked. She shifted from foot to
foot, letting her hips sway.

"What? Oh,
yeah. Looks like he's coming over. Oh, and he is not looking happy," I
said.

Quinn's strawberry
lips curled. "Good. Now what?"

"You want to
make him jealous, right?" I asked, my heart hammering.

"Yes. He
deserves it, don't you think?"

"Who the hell
cares about him?" I said.

I stood up and
slid my hands around Quinn's waist. My fingertips touched bare skin under her
light blue shirt. It was like silk and suddenly, I was on fire. I pulled her
hard against me, bending her back as my lips captured hers.

Quinn tasted like
heaven – a strawberry kiss with just a hint of intoxication. She breathed in,
the shock registering in a soft gasp. The sound ignited me further, and I
raised a hand to tangle in the back of her hair. With her head cradled in my
hand, I bent her farther back and devoured her sweet lips.

She stumbled back
a step and her arms locked around my neck for support. I stood up, bringing her
up on her tip toes and against my body. Quinn fit every contour, yet she was
not close enough. I needed more of her along every inch of me.

She leaned into
me, her lips parting, and her tongue running along my lower lip. I growled
under my breath, losing control. Our tongues tangled, the delicious friction
driving me farther from rational thought.

"Quinn? What
the hell are you doing?" Trent asked.

I felt him put a
hand on my shoulder and try to pry us apart. She broke the kiss, but her
chocolate eyes stayed riveted to mine.

"She's doing
whatever the hell she wants. What's it to you, Q-Tip?" I asked.

Trent's face
turned a ruddy red. "That's my girlfriend," he snarled.

"You've got
to be kidding me," Quinn said. She pushed between us and jabbed Trent in
the chest. "Don't you remember when I caught you having sex with John and
we broke up? It really wasn't that long ago."

The bar crowd was
very interested and suddenly, Trent was getting all the jeers instead of me. He
looked shocked, as if he had never been without the support and positive
attention of an entire room.

"He cheated
on you with another man?" I said at high volume.

Trent stepped
back. "Come on, Quinn. We can work this out. I love you."

"Liar,"
Quinn said. She tossed her hair and my heart soared. "I just texted you
with that same exact suggestion and you didn't even stop dancing to
respond."

The crowd had
definitely turned on Trent. Quinn stood with her hands on her hips. If my
clenched fist and the combined disapproval of the other drinkers were not
enough, the look on her face was enough to make him turn tail and run.

CHAPTER
EIGHT

Quinn

It
was impossible to concentrate in class. The lecturer was doing her best with
slides and models and some of the most graphic photographs any of us had seen.
It did not matter. All I could think about was Owen.

The kiss had been
like honey – slow, sweet, and it had clung to my lips long after Trent
interrupted us. Owen had laughed all the way home about the look on Trent's
face. I wanted to revel in it too, but I could still taste Owen on my lips. How
could he kiss me like that and then pretend it was nothing?

The lecturer
started on a new procedure and I tried to take notes on the research. Three
bullet points and my mind was off on another daydream. I kept dreaming up
scenarios in which Owen and I would have to kiss again. Maybe he was being
pursued by some video game groupie and he wanted to put her off nicely. Or I
was being flirted with by some wildly inappropriate man and Owen took my safety
into his own hands.

No matter what
scheme I created, I knew deep down that might have been the last kiss I ever shared
with Owen.

"How was
class?" Darla asked when I returned to our dorm room. She sat cross-legged
on my bed with a still-steaming cup of coffee.

"I have no
idea," I said. "Thanks for the coffee. What's the occasion?"

"Well, for
one, I'm glad you are back," Darla said. She moved over and made room for
me to sit down. "And secondly, it’s been too long since we had a little
gossip session."

My heart tripped.
I loved gossip, but there had been too much about me lately. It was still hard
to walk around campus without people offering condolences or whispering about
Sienna behind my back. Plus, Trent had been seen all over campus making out with
various men and our break-up was public news.

I sipped my
coffee. "I heard some students might protest tomorrow. A sit-in outside
the admin office."

Darla shook her
head. "Want to know what I heard?" she asked.

"I have a
feeling I don't want to know at all."

"Too bad
because what I heard is just way too delicious not to talk about. I mean, you
can trust me, we'll gossip about it, but nothing will leave this room,"
Darla said.

"Oh, God, it
must be worse than I thought. What did Trent do now?"

"Trent? You
mean besides mope, weep, and have jealous fits all over campus?" Darla
took a quick sip of her coffee but could not be coy for more than four seconds.
"Alright, so Trent told everyone he caught you making out with some stud
in Vegas. I asked him about it and turns out I've met the guy. Haven't I?"

"No," I
said.

Darla slapped my
shoulder. "No way. You are a terrible liar, Quinn. You kissed Owen, didn't
you?"

"No. He
kissed me," I said. "And it was only to make Trent jealous. He was
just being a good friend."

"Well, I have
it on good authority that it was a hot and heavy
make-everyone-in-the-bar-jealous kind of a kiss," Darla said.

"That's good,
right?" I asked, hoping to steer the conversation in a better direction.
"And it sounds like it worked. So, Trent is really jealous?"

"Oh, who
cares about him?" Darla asked. "Tell me more about Owen! I know
you've been not so secretly in love with him forever. Bet that kiss made it
feel more than reciprocated, am I right?"

My shoulders
slumped. "I have no idea. Owen never said anything afterwards."

"And what
about you?"

"What do you
think?"

Darla sighed.
"That you melt at the thought of it and think about it all the time. I
know I would."

"Oh my God,
Darla. What am I going to do?"

"Answer your
phone, that's for sure," she said. Darla handed me my phone.

It was Owen.

"Hello?"
I asked.

"Quinn, I'm
glad I caught you. Please don't tell me you have to study this weekend. There's
a great tournament in Vegas. Low-key, just gathering players for the bigger
events, but I want you to come with me. You'll have a really good time, I
promise," Owen said.

"Whoa, wait,
slow down. You want me to join you in Vegas this weekend?" I tried to grab
Darla's hand, but she had already stood up. She went to my closet, pulled out
my small suitcase, and started packing. "For a video game
tournament?"

"Honey, who
cares if he wants you to dress up as a blue alien? You're going," Darla
whispered.

"I told you I
think you have potential as a player. And you said it yourself, you love
playing. Come on, Quinn. Live a little," Owen said.

"You know I
should be studying. I have hundreds of assignments to catch up on," I
said.

"Come with
me, Quinn. Don't make me beg. We'll have fun. Unless you're scared of a little
fun?"

I stood up.
"I am not scared of fun. I am fun."

"Live a
little. I dare you," Owen said.

I could hear his
smile and it was infuriating at the same time as sparks sizzled in my stomach.
"Fine. You're on. I'll call when I'm close."

I hung up the
phone, and Darla squealed so loud I had to clap my hands over my ears.
"That's my girl! Oh, Quinn, thank God! This is just what you need."

"Did that
really just happen?" I asked. My phone rang again and I was sure it was
Owen calling back to tell me he'd called the wrong girl. "Oh, great, it’s
my father."

"Quinn?
Shouldn't you be studying?" my father asked.

"I saw it was
you. I thought it might be important," I said.

"Well, it is.
Your advisor has asked me to meet with her regarding your nursing program. She
said she had time on Monday."

"Sorry, this
weekend is shot. I've got so much to catch up on. I'll talk to her and get back
to you with a better time. Gotta run!" I hung up the phone and froze in
place. "I just lied to my father."

"Like I said,
girl, you need this," Darla said. She handed me my suitcase and smiled.

#

I
drove the long and arid stretch between Los Angeles and Las Vegas in a blur. I
was lucky the route was straight and easy. My heart swung on a hard pendulum
between wild hopes and certain embarrassment. Had Owen invited me as his date
or as his friend? Was I like his kid sister or his secret crush?

It was ridiculous.
There was no way that Owen was interested in me. We got along great, but I
would always just be Sienna's kid sister.

Though, there had
been little signs and hints and moments. My mind could not seem to leave those
alone. It occurred to me that Owen had always seen me in a certain light and I
was the one whose eyes were just opening.

No, that was too
good to be true. I was bound to embarrass myself that weekend and I knew it. So
when I parked in the Wynn parking ramp and immediately got lost, I took it as a
sign. I was out of place.

I shared the
elevator with four ultra-blonde swimsuit competitors who had shapes I had only
seen molded from plastic. They even wore bright pink and impossibly high heeled
shoes. I was short, dark, and completely out of fashion next to them. The
elevator doors opened and a few people chuckled as I tripped out the elevator
after the swim suit models.

Next up, I was
almost trampled by a train of showgirls. That disaster spilled me into the
lobby where a sea of gamers had taken over. I did not even fit in there amongst
the black-clothed, pierced, tattooed, and fiercely well-informed crowd. Most of
them seemed to be speaking a language I would never understand.

"Conjuring
takes too long. If you play with a keyboard instead, you can program the F
keys," a tall and surprisingly rotund young man said. He was wearing a
black t-shirt that said “Flag Off.” It depicted a red flag flapping atop an
extended middle finger.

"There are a
few redundancies in the x-level play," a young woman with blue hair and a
black stocking hat explained to her friend, "but it depends on your
operating system. Just go to the app store and download the latest."

Not only were they
speaking rapid fire in foreign terms, but everyone else seemed to know where to
go but me. I finally reached up on my tip toes to squint at the lobby signs.
Just after I spotted the registration sign with a large arrow, I saw Owen.

He was surrounded
by a tight knot of people holding out
Dark
Flag
booklets. Owen smiled and laughed and answered a dozen questions, plus
signed four booklets before I even remembered to breathe again. I had forgotten
he was Light Slayer, the hero of this world. Why on earth had he invited me to
join him in Vegas for the tournament?

At that moment,
Owen turned and somehow, across the sea of fans and gamers, he saw me. A slow
smile spread across his square jaw, and I saw more than one woman hope it was
for her. It took me a full four seconds to realize he actually was looking at
me. Then, instead of standing in an overwhelming crowd, I felt like I was in
orbit. One sigh and I would whirl away to the farthest regions of the universe.

"Please save
me," Owen's lips mouthed across the lobby.

I did not think
that could be right. My mind came up with at least six other more rational
phrases than Light Slayer asking me for help. Still, Owen kept making eye
contact and smiling at me. I started to fight the crowd towards him. Better to
find out now if he was flirting with some statuesque blonde behind me.

I was about ten
steps away when two very large men in black suits took up positions on either
side of Owen. "Mr. Redd, could we ask you to move to the rotunda? We're
having a bit of a foot traffic problem."

"No
problem," Owen said. "Sorry, I'll see everyone later."

I half expected
the bouncers to push me aside, but Owen reached out just in time. "There
you are," he said. "Thank God."

"You said it
was just a small tournament," I said.

"It is.
Registration is always like this. Plus, someone plastered a picture of me here
all over social media. I guess the game has been gathering a lot more fans than
I thought," Owen said. He laced his fingers between mine and pulled me
closer as we walked through the crowd.

"So, you're
really a rock star of the gaming world, huh?" I asked.

Owen shook his
head. "Who knows? Someone might take me down during the tournament. That's
half the fun of
Dark Flag
– anyone
can rise to power."

"My
liege," a trio of blushing young girls bowed to Owen as we passed.

"Right. Guess
you gotta soak it up while you can," I said. With all the attention Owen
was getting, I had a new theory of why he wanted me there. "So, you needed
me in a fake girlfriend situation to fend off all the crazy
Dark Flag
groupies?"

Owen laughed.
"Not a bad idea, but no. I really thought you would have fun here."

I tried not to be
disappointed but lagged behind when someone tapped me on the shoulder.
"Seriously? You look just like your avatar. I recognize you from
Dark Flag
."

I turned to face a
perfect oval face with bright violet eyes. Her long black hair was straight to
her waist and shining black. "You recognize me? That's a little weird,
isn't it?"

The gorgeous gamer
scoffed. "If you're not observant, you're not going to be a very good
player. You've been stalking the Light Slayer and hanging around. Kinda
pathetic, don't you think, newbie?"

I looked at my
fingers interlaced with Owen's as we made our way slowly through the crowd.
"Does this look like stalking?" I asked.

Owen turned
around. "Anya! It’s so good to see you. How are you?" He let go of my
hand and embraced the black-haired woman.

She smiled at me
around his shoulder. A fiery irritation flashed over me, but she was right – I
was just hanging around Owen.

"Anya, this
is Quinn. Quinn, this is Anya. She's one of the first gamers I worked with when
I was learning code. Her first game made millions. She's the one that's
redefining the gamer lifestyle," Owen said.

"I didn't
catch what you do, Quinn. How do you two know each other?" Anya asked. She
held out a delicate and bejeweled hand.

Owen shifted from
one foot to the other. "Quinn and I have known each other forever. I used
to date her sister Sienna."

"Really?"
Anya cocked a sleek black eyebrow at me. "You don't look anything like
her." She pulled Owen farther away from me. "I thought you were done
with Sienna. She was no good for you. And now you're with her sister?"

I prayed my cheeks
did not look as red as they felt. Owen shook his head and hesitated. "It's
not like that."