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Going to Professor Cruz’s office was probably a bad idea. The worst idea. No one had to tell Tristan that. He knew it as he walked down the stairs, as he surreptitiously checked the hall to ensure none of his classmates had spotted him following their professor, as he rapped a quick knock on the door and pushed it open to duck inside without waiting for an answer.
Professor Cruz paused in the middle of setting his messenger bag on top of his desk and stared at Tristan, surprise marking his features.
After a second, he cleared his throat. “What can I help you with, Mr. Holt? Office hours don’t start until two.”
Tristan closed the door and leaned back against it, his heavy book bag digging into his spine. “I wanted to ask what you thought of my presentation, seeing as I don’t think you actually listened to a word of it.”
Professor Cruz arched a dark, imperious brow and stopped fussing with his bag to meet Tristan’s gaze directly. “Excuse me?”
“I’m pretty sure you were too busy eye-fucking me and glaring at my cock to hear anything I was saying.” Tristan shoved his hands into the pockets of his sweats, and sure enough, Professor Cruz’s attention shot straight to his crotch. “I couldn’t find a clean jock before I left my apartment. I figured no one would care or even notice . . . but you did, didn’t you?”
A muscle ticked along Professor Cruz’s jaw, but he stayed silent.
“Yeah, you noticed,” Tristan went on. “That’s why you looked so mad the whole time. And maybe it means I’m kind of twisted, but that pissed-off scowl of yours never fails to make my dick hard.”
After another beat of silence, Professor Cruz shook his head. “This is extremely inappropriate, Mr. Holt.”
“I don’t think you really want me to be appropriate.” Tristan straightened and took a step forward.
Professor Cruz held up a hand, halting him in his tracks. “No. We’re not doing this here.”
Tristan allowed himself a smile. “Not here. But we are doing it.”
Professor Cruz sucked in a deep, slow breath and dropped his hand to his side. “Your final grade should be posted by Friday.”
And that was all he said.
Tristan’s smile dimmed. He’d swaggered in here like a cocky asshole, so sure of Professor Cruz’s attraction after the eye-fucking he’d received during his presentation. Now, his confidence wavered.
“Um.” He looked around the room, shifting his weight from one foot to the other as a flush crawled up his neck. His gaze settled on the album print hanging behind Professor Cruz’s desk, and he pulled back his shoulders, regaining some of his boldness. “There’s a Floyd cover band playing at Terminal West on Saturday,” Tristan said, referencing a popular Atlanta music venue. “I was thinking of going to see them. They’re supposed to be really good. I’m stoked.” Before Professor Cruz could reply, he added, “You should come and check it out.”
He forced himself to casually stroll from the room without waiting for an answer—even though a huge, humiliated part of him wanted to tuck tail and run like his ass was on fire.
He’d expressed his interest, possibly making a fool of himself in the process. Now the ball was in Professor Cruz’s court. If he didn’t show up at Terminal West, Tristan would call it a wrap and start getting the hell over this stupid crush.
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