Her Cookies: A Student and Teacher Insta-love Story

By Isla Chiu

He wants more than just my cookies.

The ramblings of dead philosophers put me to sleep. What doesn't put me to sleep? My very alive, very sexy Intro to Philosophy professor. I have a major crush on Professor Newhart, but of course I don't expect it to go anywhere. Because a relationship between a student and a professor? That would be so inappropriate. And I doubt that plain old me would ever catch the eye of the sexy professor.

But then he tries my cookies at a bake sale. And soon after, he's determined to also have me for dessert.

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My heart nearly leaps out of my chest when I see Professor Newhart standing next to me. He's wearing a light blue button-down that reveals an oh-so-tempting bit of his chest, and I have to remind myself not to drool. He's so close to me that I can smell his sweet and spicy cologne, a scent that makes me want to lean toward him and breathe him in.

"Are you 21?" he asks.

Oh s**t. My lust quickly evaporates at his question. "Um..."

He smirks. "You should be glad that I'm not a cop."

My cheeks redden. "Are you going to report me?"

"That depends."

My stomach drops. "On what?"

"Are you going to report me for this?"

Making me gasp, he kisses my shoulder, then licks my bare skin. Okay, so he was flirting with me at the bake sale. Heat courses through my veins. "What are you doing? We're in public!"

A mischievous smile appears on his face. "Is that your only objection to me kissing you?"

"You're my professor," I hiss, my eyes darting around the bar. No one seemed to notice us, thank God.

"So? I want you, and I'm fairly certain you want me too." He lowers his head, trying to kiss me again, but I push him away before his lips can touch me.

"Someone can see us." A part of me wants to say to hell with the consequences and let him freaking take me right here, right now, but fortunately, my saner side wins out.

However, his saner side has definitely lost to his crazy lust-driven side, for he grabs my hand and says, "Then let's go somewhere more private."

Oh, I am in trouble. I should rip my hand from his. That would be the appropriate, the right thing to do.

But Lord, I want to do the inappropriate and wrong thing.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Isla Chiu
• Release date: Jul 28, 2020

Isla Chiu

When I manage to tear myself away from taking Buzzfeed quizzes and watching unhealthy amounts of TV, I write romance and smut. My works feature alpha males, sexy times, and/or my sarcastic sense of humor. I hail from Cleveland, aka the best freaking city in the world, and believe LeBron James is the perfect human being. Despite all of my efforts, I have never truly been able to quit caffeine. My problematic favorites include Taylor Swift and Gone with the Wind. I love to hate/hate to love k-dramas. If I say I’m on a diet, I’m just lying to you and myself. One of these days, I'm going to get hypertension from an excess of salt, both literal and figurative. If I'm awkward around you, I probably don't know what to say to you and/or I think you're hot. And despite what anyone says, Forrest Gump so deserved that Oscar over Pulp Fiction. 

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Her Cookies: A Student and Teacher Insta-love Story

Isla Chiu

Published by Isla Chiu, 2020.

This is a work of fiction. Similarities to real people, places, or events are entirely coincidental.

HER COOKIES: A STUDENT AND TEACHER INSTA-LOVE STORY

First edition. July 28, 2020.

Copyright © 2020 Isla Chiu.

ISBN: 978-1393530534

Written by Isla Chiu.

Table of Contents

Title Page

Copyright Page

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Epilogue

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Chapter 1

O h my God, orgasm in my mouth! Laurie lets out a none too quiet moan as she takes another bite of a white chocolate chip cookie. All too aware of how we’re out in public and of the frat guys across the quad smirking at us, I flush, cringing inside when my friend moans again. Lord, she sounds like a girl in a porno.

Your cookies are divine, Laurie says. You should open a bakery.

Thanks, I say. My eyes widen when she reaches for another cookie. Seriously, you’re going to eat another one?

Are you fat-shaming me?

I roll my eyes. You’re an incredibly beautiful girl, Laurie, and you don’t need to lose a single pound. But you have to save some food for the bake sale. We’re raising funds for our Jane Austen club. We don’t do much besides gossip and argue about who’s the best Austen hero (my favorite is Captain Wentworth. Laurie insists Mr. Darcy is the best, and Mei vouches for Mr. Knightley. However, we can all agree that Edmund Bertram sucks). The funds we raise will go toward pizza for our weekly meetings.

Ugh, fine, I won’t eat another cookie.

I’ll make you a dozen cookies tomorrow.

Laurie smiles.