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  Too Bad... I Couldn't Resist

  Emma Vikes

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  This book is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, or places, events or locations is purely coincidental. The characters are all productions of the author’s imagination. Please note that this work is intended only for adults over the age of 18.

  Contents

  Teaser

  Special Offer

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Epilogue

  A Knock From The Past (Sneak Peek)

  Chapter 1

  A Note From The Author

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  About The Author

  Teaser

  She is mine to be pleasured. She is mine to be claimed. And she is mine to be taught.

  Wanna join the special class with the dashing Economics Professor Howard Jones and ravishing Susan Fowler? Then stick around!

  Susan is completely off limit because she is a student from my freshman lectures.

  But one look at her perfect hourglass figure and that infectious warm smile, O-M-G! I know I am in big trouble!!!

  She is like a magnet that keeps attracting me.

  The raw attraction that sizzles inside me is driving me crazy whenever I find her in my close proximity.

  The more I want to resist, the deeper it goes into my veins.

  And the moment she kissed me, all the rational thoughts, inhibitions and common sense left us forever.

  I know my successful career will be at stake but I don’t give a damn.

  I will break all the rules to make her mine forever.

  But will it be a smooth ride for both Susan & Howard?

  “Too Bad… I Couldn’t Resist” is the first book in the Too Bad series of standalone contemporary romance novellas with guaranteed HEA, no cheating, and no cliffhanger.

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  So let’s begin…

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  Chapter 1

  Howard

  The Department of Economics building appeared in front of me as I cleared the walkway; the very same one that passed through the cordoned area with light vegetation which was both a park and outdoor sitting area for economics students. The trees had initially blocked the building from view, but now that I was in the clear, I had an unhindered line of sight.

  My pace quickened as I bore down on the building, a sense of urgency spurring me on. I had a class scheduled for 9 am and I was already running late.

  In fewer steps than normal, I arrived at the department building and walked through its doors. The first thing that caught my attention was the clock that hung on the wall of the reception.

  8:55 am.

  “Darn it!” I swore under my breath.

  I still had to get to my office and pick up the notes that I had stayed back to work on late last night. Even at my current pace, I couldn’t complete that task and still get to class before 9 am.

  “Those notes!” I swore again under my breath.

  I had tried to convince myself that the notes I had stayed back to work on were the reason I was late this morning. But somewhere deep in the recesses of my mind, I already knew the real reason why I was late.

  I had finished working on the notes by 8:30 pm and still hadn’t got home before midnight, even though my house was only about 20 minutes away from campus.

  My mind began reeling as the events after 8:30 pm last night flashed through.

  I was already done with the notes and about to leave when there was a light rasp on my office door. At first I’d thought it was just the wind and the emptiness of the department playing tricks on me, so I returned to shutting down my computer and preparing to leave.

  The light rasp on the door had sounded again.

  This time I was sure it was no trick and someone was really at the door. I’d stood up and headed for the door when I heard a light shuffling as if the intruder was preparing to leave. My pace had quickened as I hurried to reach the door and open it, my mind already abuzz with images of someone spying on me.

  “Who’s there?” I’d called out, and immediately I pulled the door open.

  The intruder had stopped their retreat then and turned around at my inquisition.

  It was Prof. Bailey, the hot, unmarried psychology professor who had joined the faculty only two months ago.

  “I figured you might still be around and decided to take you up on your offer of sharing a glass of red wine.” She’d finally responded; in her hands were a bottle of red wine and two wine glasses.

  I’d heard a slight tremor in her voice which she had masked almost immediately. She was obviously nervous and rethinking her actions, hence the light rasps she had made on my office door. I’d also remembered the offer of drinks she was referring to.

  About a month ago, there’d been a dinner for the outgoing psychology head of department and most senior faculty members from all the departments had been invited. I’d met here then and had flirted with her. She’d been on her own and drinking a glass of water when everyone else was already on their second or third glasses of champagne. I’d eventually found out that she hated champagne and preferred red wine instead. In usual Howard Jones fashion, I’d offered to meet up later and share a bottle of red wine while we trade stories. I’d completely forgotten about that till she’d reminded me.

  “Sure. Please come in.” I’d offered.

  She’d walked uncertainly back towards me as I stepped aside and allowed her pass through into my office. Her nervousness had remained even after I’d shut the door and we’d had one or two sips of wine from our glasses. Then everything had gotten pretty intense, rather quickly.

  A bulge began to form in my pant trousers as the memories continued to flood my mind.

  I arrived at the door to my office and pulled my keys out of my pocket as the memories continued to assault me.

  “Good morning Professor Jones.” The sultry voice of one of my female students, who was in her sophomore year, snapped me out of my reverie. Lost in a flashback, I hadn’t noticed her arrival or presence.

  “Shouldn’t you be in class by now, Vivian?” I queried, struggling to keep my voice straight and
pausing to look at my wristwatch.

  It was 9 o’clock.

  “Yes, sir,” she said, a seductive smile slowly spreading across her lips as her eyes travelled from my chest down to my crotch and back up to my eyes. “I just thought I could come by and ask you a few questions before class. Was having trouble understanding some of the points discussed in our last class.” She finished, biting her lip seductively. It was a subtle act, expertly masked with the look of confusion the girl had plastered on her face.

  “Well we are already late for class. Any explanation would have to come after class,” I responded curtly, feigning ignorance of her quirks.

  “Ok professor. Maybe I could come by your office after class?” she asked suggestively.

  “Perfect,” I responded, still sounding stern. “Oh and by the way, I need to pick up some of my notes from the office. Could you help by taking my bag on to class?” I requested.

  “Anything for you, professor,” she said as she stretched her hand to receive my bag.

  I handed my bag over to her and maintained a straight expression when she let her fingers brush slightly against mine. She slung the bag across her shoulder, allowing the strap nudge her breasts slightly. My straight expression was still in place when I uttered the words “thank you” and watched her smile as she turned and headed for class.

  I wasn’t a stranger to the flirting and attention I received from women. I knew already that I was a really handsome and dashing young man with well-sculpted and defined features. The fact that I was also seemingly successful at such a young age added to the ‘Howard Jones’ frenzy; at 27, I was the youngest Professor of Economics at the University of Florida and, in fact, the youngest professor ever in the history of the university. I was definitely not ignorant of my sex appeal to the ladies on campus.

  In just the 8 months that I’d been made a professor and given a teaching role on the campus, I had several brief but highly satisfying affairs with female students and members of staff. Nothing serious though as the relationships were all unethical; at least that was the reason I gave every time I pulled the curtain on yet another affair. The truth however was I wasn’t ready to commit just yet. Plus there was never a shortage of admirers and women ready to cross the unethical line and have a sexual relationship with me.

  My last sexual tryst only last night with Dr. Bailey was testament to this fact.

  I chuckled as I finally proceeded to open my office door and walk in. The sophomore Vivian had landed in my lap of her own accord. She wasn’t a bad looking belle either.

  ‘I’ll have test how far she is willing to take her crush later today, when she comes by after class for the supposed explanation.’

  With students, I had to be extra careful because of the laws prohibiting teacher-student relations. I most definitely didn’t need a broken-hearted female running to the dean and implicating me in a sexual scandal that would dent my very promising career which was already off to a flying start. Time had to be spent in accessing these female students’ mindsets before going any further; only when I was absolutely sure that they were the types to keep a secret could I proceed.

  I reached my table and gathered the notes that had made me late in the first place.

  ‘Yes they were the reason for my lateness. If I hadn’t stayed back to work on them, Dr. Bailey wouldn’t have met me in this office. Not like I’m complaining anyways.’

  Ten seconds later, I was locking my office door and on my way to class.

  The day seemed to roll by as quickly as it had started. To make matters worse, the tardiness that had started in the morning continued throughout the rest of the day.

  After the class at 9, I had gone straight into another class at 11. Then there was the departmental meeting at 1 that I was almost 15 minutes late for. Other events had taken up the remaining little time I could spare and now I was back behind my desk in my office, sifting through my emails.

  One was from the mortgage company. I really needed to come up with a solution to my mortgage issues.

  I finished reading the email and closed it, navigating to a search engine ready to continue with my research. The email hadn’t given me any hope of an easier payment plan. My request had been denied.

  As I navigated through the new webpage, a pop-up advert suddenly flashed across my screen. I made to close the advert when some of its details caught my attention. It was a flyer advertising accommodation offers. The location wasn’t anywhere near but my mind started trying to work out and fine tune some details.

  ‘My house is big. A mansion by some standards.’

  ‘Can’t I do something similar and offer up some rooms for rent, most especially the rooms downstairs?’

  ‘No one is staying in them at the moment, so why can’t I use them to generate income?’

  ‘Is this a good idea?’

  ‘It would only be till the end of the mortgage payments.’

  ‘I have just about a year left, don’t I?’

  ‘This could work.’

  A knock sounded on the door, pulling me away from my thoughts. By the time I’d answered, I’d made my decision.

  ‘It’s going to work. I’m going to go ahead with it.’

  “Come in,” I responded to the knock on the door.

  A second later Vivian walked in and shut the door behind her. There was a smile on her lips as she leaned back into the door and locked it with her hands behind her back.

  She arched her chest, pushing her breasts forward and causing them to strain against her already tight blouse.

  “Hello professor,” she said in mock shyness, her sexual undertone not hidden in any way.

  I smiled as I closed my laptop.

  ‘She really is a siren, isn’t she?’

  “Come here,” I commanded, desire already building up in my crotch.

  Chapter 2

  Susan

  As soon as I’d walked out of the Jacksonville International Airport, the Florida sunshine hit me square in the face. It wasn’t harsh, but a pleasant light and warmth that seeped through my skin, spreading within me and causing me to bubble with happiness.

  I was tugging one big black suitcase behind me and I could bet I had ‘freshman’ written all over me; not like I cared though. It had been one hell of a week preceding my arrival in Florida and I was only here on schedule thanks to my mom.

  ‘God bless you mother.’

  I paused at the curb outside the airport and closed my eyes, breathing in the air and letting the sun warm my face.

  “Need a taxi?”

  The question from the cabbie brought me back to the present. He had parked in front of me sometime during the period while my eyes had been closed to the world.

  “Yes I do,” I responded, recognizing the excitement and enthusiasm in my own voice. The cab driver smiled back at my response. I had guessed he was Caribbean from his looks and his accent.

  “Where you headed?” he asked.

  “Gainesville?” I answered inquiringly, trying to figure out whether the man knew where I was headed. I didn’t even know where I was headed with only the address I’d scribbled down to go by. “You know where that is?”

  “Ah! Student I see. I know where that is. Come on in,” the cabbie responded, stepping down from the vehicle and turning around to get my luggage from me and into the trunk of his cab.

  “Thank you,” I said as I surrendered my luggage to the cabbie and opened the back door to the cab. I was seated in the back seat and spying my hair and makeup in the rear-view mirror before the cabbie shut the trunk and walked back to the driver’s seat.

  ‘First time in Florida?” he asked as he pulled away from the curb.

  I responded and continued a little chit-chat with the cab driver as he cruised away from the airport towards Gainesville. My mind went back to the address I had told the cabbie as we progressed. I had secured accommodation not so far from the university campus and excitement built in me as the cab continued to gulp the distance between
me and the college. He knew exactly where I was going and so I decided to relax and enjoy the sights and sounds of the city as it flew past my window.

  Containing my excitement at going to college in a new city was proving to be an even more difficult task than I had anticipated. From the day I’d read the acceptance letter, it had been a blur of partying and farewell activities lined up back to back. With my entire partying schedule, mother had still managed to get me ready for college just in time, not without hassle though.

  In fact, I’d barely found a flight heading to JAX, which was just over an hour and a half from Gainesville, the area where my new university and accommodation where located. Mom had pressured me into looking for accommodation while still in Chicago instead of waiting till I’d landed. She’d been of the opinion that I needed to settle down quickly since university was already in session and didn’t want me living out of a hotel and having to run around looking for accommodation instead of going to class. Her foresight was spot on as always.

  I’d sat at my computer at home and begun surfing the web for accommodation offers when I stumbled on one, not so far from the university campus. I could tell I had stumbled on a really good deal and immediately snapped up the phone to call the contact number that was displayed on the flyer.

  A weak and frail male voice picked up on the other end of the call, stunning be for a bit before I proceeded to introduce myself and state the business of my call, somewhat relieved that my landlord was an old man and not a young serial killer. I’d chuckled at the thought, before realizing that the weak and frail voice wasn’t in the mood to have a conversation and was rather in a hurry to end the call. With a renewed sense of urgency, I’d quickly proceeded to make a commitment so as to secure the offer of accommodation before I lost out on such a good deal.