Pleasuring the Professor

By Angela Claire

Clarie doesn't have to sleep with Liam for a grade. But, hot professor, remote cabin... Suddenly it doesn't seem like such a bad idea.

Liam Conner was once a literary darling, but now he's just trying to drink himself to death in the seclusion of his mountain cabin. Not much interested in sex after the accident that killed his wife and ended his career, his libido kicks into full gear when a beautiful blonde shows up in the middle of a snowstorm.

Grad student Clarie Lewis is out to nab an interview with the reclusive subject of her thesis. When Liam throws political correctness to the wind and offers to give her an interview if she'll sleep with him, he's not sure whether he's trying to drive her back out into the snow or if he really just wants to sleep with her. Both, probably.

Clarie doesn't have to sleep with Liam, or anybody else, for a grade. But suddenly she finds herself alone in a remote cabin with a man whose prose she's been analyzing and appreciating for as long as she can remember. The fact that he's as gorgeous as sin in person doesn't hurt, either.

Suddenly, it doesn't seem like such a bad idea.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Totally Bound Publishing
• Release date: May 8, 2018
• ISBN: 9781786862549

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Pleasuring the Professor

ISBN # 978-1-78686-254-9

©Copyright Angela Claire 2018

Cover Art by Posh Gosh ©Copyright May 2018

Edited by Rebecca Baker

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PLEASURING THE PROFESSOR

Angela Claire

Clarie doesn’t have to sleep with Liam for a grade. But, hot professor, remote cabin… Suddenly it doesn’t seem like such a bad idea.

Liam Conner was once a literary darling, but now he’s just trying to drink himself to death in the seclusion of his mountain cabin. Not much interested in sex after the accident that killed his wife and ended his career, his libido kicks into full gear when a beautiful blonde shows up in the middle of a snowstorm.

Grad student Clarie Lewis is out to nab an interview with the reclusive subject of her thesis. When Liam throws political correctness to the wind and offers to give her an interview if she’ll sleep with him, he’s not sure whether he’s trying to drive her back out into the snow or if he really just wants to sleep with her. Both, probably.

Clarie doesn’t have to sleep with Liam, or anybody else, for a grade. But suddenly she finds herself alone in a remote cabin with a man whose prose she’s been analyzing and appreciating for as long as she can remember. The fact that he’s as gorgeous as sin in person doesn’t hurt, either.

Suddenly, it doesn’t seem like such a bad idea.

Dedication

To my sister and story consultant, Colleen, who never loses faith in the power of imagination.

Trademarks Acknowledgement

The author acknowledges the trademarked status and trademark owners of the following wordmarks mentioned in this work of fiction:

IKEA: Founder: Ingvar Kamprad

Kool-Aid: Kraft Foods Group, Inc.

Lifetime: Lifetime Entertainment Services, LLC

Penthouse: Penthouse Global Media Inc.

The Atlantic: Atlantic Media

Chapter One

Clarie threw another log on the fire and pulled up the cowl of her heavy-duty cable sweater so it covered her jaw and mouth. God, it was cold. And dark. The sputtering flames provided only a minimum of illumination to the pitch-dark cabin. No street lights out in the middle of the Smoky Mountains to shine through the windows. She’d never seen dark like the dark that had enveloped her when she’d turned off her car and trudged toward this cabin.

The snowstorm had hit out of nowhere and before she knew it she’d been driving into a wall of white. Cottony, fluffy snowflakes that had landed on her windshield and didn’t budge or melt. In sheer defense, she’d stopped the car—just stopped it right out there on the deserted road she apparently should not have taken and was going to kill her friend Ally for suggesting—and it was then that she’d seen it. Or rather she hadn’t. The road had ended. Dead-ended right into a cabin of some sort up in the distance, peeking through the snowflakes. She must have taken a wrong turn somewhere along the way.

Swearing, she’d contemplated turning around, but had known she probably wouldn’t make it far in the storm. She’d just have to wait it out. Doing so in her car, though, especially since she was running low on gas, hadn’t seemed like the best alternative when there’d been another one perched right in front of her. The flickering light of what had turned out to be the fire going in the cabin had beckoned. So, she’d abandoned her car and headed out into the knee-high snow.

By the time she’d gotten to the front porch, her hands had felt almost numb from the cold and she’d been shivering from the icy flakes bombarding her. Pounding on the door had yielded no response but when she’d tried the latch, she’d found it open.

There is a God.

She’d stumbled inside and felt along the wooden wall for a light switch, but hadn’t found one, lurching instead toward the fire going in the fireplace, sputtering but still alive.

She supposed the owner of this cabin must be somewhere around here. Fires didn’t light themselves. But she couldn’t worry about that now.

She dropped her canvas bag on the floor and kicked off her boots. Shivering, she curled up into a ball on the threadbare rug in front of the fireplace. Her teeth were chattering and her clothes were soaking wet, but she was grateful at least to be somewhere safe to wait out the storm.

The banging of the cabin door against the wooden wall startled her out of the beginning of a daydream in which she was warm and dry. She jumped up. What the—?

Who are you? Someone, something, bellowed at her out of the darkness and the gust of frigid wind that accompanied the open door. The door slammed shut with the same force it had opened with and he—she guessed it was a he, not an it—advanced until he was within the scanty light of the fire.

Who are you? he asked again, not quite as loudly, which she appreciated since the mere sight of him was terrifying enough. Bundled up in some floor-length fur parka, a hood all but obscuring his face, the guy looked to be about ten feet tall. She didn’t need any overwhelming audio.

I’m, ah, I mean my name is, ah, Clarie Lewis, she stammered. I stopped here to get out of the storm. It was impossible to drive through it anymore.

"So you thought that gave you a right to