Seducing Professor Coyle by Darien Cox Read Free Book Online Page B

I look up, and in the window...oh Jesus, this is gonna sound so crazy.”
    “Spill it!” Thorn gave his shoulder a shove. “You’re killing me.”
    “I look up, and I swear, I see Benjamin’s face in the window.”
    Thorn’s brow lowered. “Benjamin...the student .”
    “Yes.”
    “He was there ?”
    Peter shook his head. “No. He wasn’t.”
    Thorn stared at him for a long moment. “How many daiquiris did you drink?”
    Peter stood, pacing back and forth, shaking his head. “I wasn’t drunk. I wasn’t. I ran outside to see, and ran into that friend of yours. What’s it you call him...Married Wayne?”
    “Ah,” Thorn said. “Married Wayne. That’s right, he’s home from leave from the army. I swear he times his leave to coincide with my parties, bless his cheating little soul.”
    Peter stopped pacing and faced Thorn. “He said it was him who fell against the cabana. Said he was drunk and stumbled. He was all apologies. But Thorn...I fucking swear. I saw Benjamin. I think I’m losing my mind. Seriously.”
    Thorn sighed. “You’re not losing your mind. You imagined it. You just said you were thinking of this Benjamin kid while you were fucking Scotty. You had him on the brain. Your mind played a little trick on you, that’s all.”
    He shook his head. “My mind doesn’t play tricks. I have a very disciplined mind. I’m telling you, it freaked me out.”
    Thorn smirked up at him, biting his lip, his belly quaking.
    “Go ahead,” Peter said. “Laugh. I know how it sounds.”
    Giggles pealed out of Thorn and he fell forward, howling.
    Peter nodded and grinned, arms crossed over his chest. “All right, all right. Get it out of your system.”
    “Oh, that’s gonna take a while I think,” Thorn said, his face flushed with laughter.
    “Glad I could amuse you. I have to see this kid next week, he takes my Friday class. And he owes me a test, I could have him sitting in my office Monday morning for all I know. But by all means, laugh it up.”
    The last of Thorn’s giggles drained out of him with a long sigh. “Your house is lovely, by the way.”
    “Thank you. For changing the subject. It is nice, isn’t it?” He smiled as he looked around. “Home sweet home.”
    “I have to tell you though, Pete, I would love to see this Benjamin. If he’s got you hallucinating, he must be something special.”
    Peter pulled the chair out and sat down. “Oh, my friend. You have no idea. He’s lethal. I’ll be taking cold showers for lunch until the end of the semester I’m sure. Kid’s sat in my class for weeks and I never even noticed him.”
    “That’s because you don’t look at your students,” Thorn said. “You’re gun shy. And with good reason.”
    Peter sighed. “Yeah. Oh wait! You want to see him? I can pull up his student profile.” He stood, then paused, turning back. He pointed at Thorn. “This is between us, of course.”
    Thorn sighed. “Do I have to remind you again how much dirt you have on me? You can trust me, you know that. Now show me this dream boy, you dirty old man.” He stood, rubbing his hands together as he followed Peter to the computer in his study.
    While Peter pulled up the file, Thorn dragged a chair in from the living room.
    “Here he is.” He angled the monitor so Thorn could see. “The picture’s pretty small, but that’s him. The kid that may be literally making me lose my mind.”
    “Benjamin LeClair,” Thorn said. “Information Science major. Wow, he is cute.”
    “You should see him live in living color, that photo doesn’t do him justice. Christ, to be ten years younger.”
    Thorn gave him a look. “Try closer to twenty.”
    “Fuck off.” Peter grinned. “I look good for my age.” He glanced at Thorn, whose smirk had slid away, replaced by a frown as he stared at the computer screen. “What’s the matter?”
    “Is this the only picture you have of him? Have you checked his Facebook page?”
    Peter huffed. “No! At least here I can