Coleridge Cliffs Book One
Making out with the campus librarian wasn’t the most professional way for me to kick off my first semester as a professor at the College of Coleridge Cliffs. I don’t even know what came over me. It was probably just that it was Halloween, and it was late, and I was lonely. Oh, and the fact that he is the world’s hottest human.
But then he pulled back, and I got awkward, and I have avoided the library at all costs ever since. I couldn’t bear the humiliation. So when I agreed to be a faculty advisor for a student project, why didn’t I ask where the meetings would be held?
Because I’m a moron; that’s why.
Oh, and the best part? The other staff advisor to the project is – you guessed it – Hot Librarian.
I don’t get rejected. Why would I? There’s objectively nothing undesirable about me. Well, maybe besides a lack of humility. But still.
That didn’t stop Sexy Professor from bolting right in the middle of an almost-hookup and avoiding me like the plague, though. And that level of avoidance takes f*cking work on a small campus like CCC.
So when he showed up to co-supervise a student project, I didn’t give him the time of day. Didn’t notice how his rain-soaked sweater clung to his body. Or how the little droplets of water gathered at the tips of his wavy hair. And I sure as hell didn’t get turned on as he nibbled the cap of his pen while listening to the project proposal.
Professors just don’t do it for me. Never have. Never will.
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