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PROFESSOR LIKES CURVES


Copyright Annabeth Lake 2013


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I signed up for Professor Martin’s art history class for one simple reason: I had the most desperate crush on the man. Don’t get me wrong. I like art. I like history. But more than that, I wanted to be able to stare at Professor Martin for two uninterrupted hours each week.

The professor was a work of art himself. Many of the middle-aged men on campus were old before their time, having let themselves go now that they were settled into academia. But Professor Martin was hotter than any of the young male students. He was tall and of a lean build, but there was a clear athletic strength hidden beneath his jackets and button-up shirts. His blue eyes shone with boyish mischief as he lectured. His strong jaw looked as chiseled as any of the statues he talked about. Dimples appeared in his cheeks when he smiled. Sophisticated streaks of gray ran through his brown curls.

I’d swooned the first time I saw him. I was a history major and was used to grumpy professors who believed any attention paid to looks was attention stolen from their work. The university’s art department, to which Professor Martin officially belonged, suffered from the same problem. And so any time Professor Martin stepped out of his office, it was like a breath of fresh -- and incredibly sexy -- air for anyone lucky enough to be present.

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