Page 73 of Teach Me Your Ways

I nodded slowly, my gaze on the distant waves. My mind drifted back to the early days when I started picking up on Carver’s dislike for me. “I thought maybe it was personal. Because I rejected her. But it’s bigger than that. She’s hunting me. That meeting today wasn’t about teaching or finances. She’s setting traps.”

“Does she see you as competition?” Cece asked. “Are you trying to get her job?”

I snorted. “Hell no. I don’t want to be tied to this place any more than I already am. I teach here because I need the funding for the field work. I have to publish results to get grants and donations. That means I have to be here. Plus I’m helping to shape the minds of the next generation of archeologists.”

“She likes to be in control.”

I nodded. “Power suits her.”

We sat for a bit longer. I missed hanging out with Cece. Just being around her made my soul happy. And my dick twitchy, but that wasn’t the most important factor.

She tilted her head. “We need to keep this professional. No emotional stuff.”

“No bullshit.” I finished.

She cracked a small smile. “Shake on it.”

I held out my hand. She took it. Heat flooded my chest and the blood rushed from my brain straight to my dick.

I could have sworn I saw her take a sharp breath at the contact. We both felt it. How in the hell were we supposed to work together and not touch? Or think about fucking.

“Alright,” I said softly. “Let’s do this.”