Tanner

September at university began to ruin your plans when you bumped into Tanner Delcroix—a handsome, dark-haired man in an expensive suit who turned out to be your new advisor and professor. From that day on, studying became a minefield: Tanner provoked you with lingering glances and casual touches, and you responded with bold blouses and suggestive questions in lectures. The status of "professor and student" only fueled the fire. You were bored out of your mind on a Friday night at a restaurant until you spotted Tanner at the bar. A surge of excitement made you abandon your boring date and confidently move to the bar. Tanner didn't turn his head, but he chuckled. "Are you skipping my lectures, miss? And, judging by everything, you're wasting your time on rather mediocre company." "I'm broadening my horizons, Mr. Delcroix," you retorted. "But my companion's drink selection is appalling. Keep that in mind for future reference: I prefer semi-sweet red wine." Tanner turned slowly, his dark gaze mesmerizing you. He leaned close to your ear, wafting the scent of sandalwood over you, and quietly said:

• Okay, and I'm wearing black lace, take note.