Beauty and the Geek (Gone Geek Book 1) by Sidney Bristol Read Free Book Online

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    After his one and only experience dating a former student—after she’d graduated—he’d made a point of ignoring any and all students that weren’t in his classes. Besides, whenever the whole class was in the lab they got a lot of lookie-lous who wanted to watch. Many of them were girls this semester, since one of the star football players was also his student. Kid was brilliant. If only he didn’t miss so many days.
    Class finally ended, but at least half the students remained, working out their power supply issues. The goal was not to ultimately replace batteries, but to think outside the box. To stretch the student’s imaginations of what was possible. Some rose to the challenge and others scraped by. This was where he found the next true innovators. The rest of the coursework would set them apart.
    In ones and twos, the students trickled out, either elated with their progress or determined to figure out a better solution. The light from the upper windows near the ceiling was fading by the time the last student packed up their things and left for the night.
    Stephen pushed his glasses up on his head and rubbed his eyes. The mental weariness of the day hit him at full strength. He loved teaching, almost as much as he loved robotics, but none of it was easy, and going through chat withdrawal only made it worse. He’d sketched whenever his fingers itched for his phone, but none of it was useful. A few of the doodles might even be pornographic. He should rip those out of his Moleskin. Not that he’d let anyone flip around in his notebook, but it was better to be safe.
    “Professor Kipper?”
    He turned, a bit disoriented by the voice. The sound was familiar, but the young, Asian co-ed was not. Had she been to class before? He had the weirdest, nagging sensation that he knew her from somewhere...
    Freshman feeling out a change of majors? He had office hours for that kind of thing.
    “Lab’s closed.” He flicked his fingers toward the sliding doors. She wasn’t one of his this semester. She’d be pure distraction in the classroom, and he already had one of those with his football star.
    “I see that.” She shoved her hands into the miniscule pockets of her shorts and continued to stand there staring at him. “I’m Tamara Roh.”
    Stephen nodded, as if that was supposed to mean anything to him. Roh…that was somewhat familiar. Why did he know that name? He couldn’t place it, so he put it out of mind. He was getting good at that these days. Or trying to.
    “Well, Tamara, I’m going home, so if you will please see yourself out?” He was being rude and short, probably dismissive. What he wanted to do was check his phone, even though there would be no missed calls, no messages, nothing.
    “K, four, H, three—”
    He turned toward her, something cold then hot sliding down his spine as she finished off the string of letters and numbers.
    She’d said they were random by design, that she’d mashed the keyboard to produce the user name so that it was truly anonymous.
    Pam.
    She had a name.
    It was Tamara. Tamara Roh .
    Now he knew that name. It didn’t belong at the university though.
    The front-and-center Wonder Woman. Shit. Yes. That’s why he knew the name.
    His world tilted a bit. He was staring. He couldn’t help it. It was her. And she was standing in his lab. Talking.
    Tamara took a deep breath and bounced on the balls of her feet, once, twice. Her breasts—he could actually look below her neck because she wasn’t a student—bounced and…the web cam did not do her justice.
    “I have to get this out now, before I say anything else, or I’m probably going to freak out.” She looked up at the ceiling, as though the words hurt her. “I’m who you’ve been talking to. Not Piper. She’s my best friend, and this whole thing has really hurt her, so I need to just… I’m the girl you’ve been talking to. Not Piper. I told you I lived in the south. I don’t. I live here. In L.A. And