"Lee, Marylin - Dream Lover" - читать интересную книгу автора (Lee Marilyn)

It had been more than a taste. Although she wanted more, she'd have to be satisfied with what she'd already had.

Seated in the back of the medium-sized classroom, Jade glanced at her watch. Five fourteen. Class was due to start in less than ten minutes. The room was only three quarters full and the instructor, an A. Certo, hadn't yet arrived.
She hoped A. Certo was a big, sexy stud. Maybe then she could develop a crush on him and forget Reed Daniels. After two weeks, she still fell asleep every night reliving that time in his bedroom, wishing he had penetrated her.
Just as if she had conjured him up with her lascivious thoughts, Reed Daniels strolled into the room carrying a briefcase.
"Good evening," he said. His voice was warm and deep.
Stunned, Jade held her breath as she watched him walk to the front of the room. Of course she'd known he was a CPA. After all, she'd been to his office, but she'd never dreamed he also taught. He was definitely not A. Certo. So what was he doing here?
She took a deep breath, trying to steady her heartbeat. He looked as sexy in the faded jeans and sweater he wore as he'd been naked and so gloriously aroused. The knowledge that she knew what masculine delights lay beneath his jeans made it difficult for her to keep her gaze away from his crotch area.
"This is Accounting 101 and I'm Reed Daniels. Your regular instructor, Annie Certo, broke her leg yesterday, so I will be filling in for her for the first couple of weeks of this course."
He deposited his briefcase on the middle of the desk before sitting on the edge and glancing around the room.
Jade resisted the urge to slide down in her chair. She couldn't hide from his scrutiny. There weren't enough people in the class. Besides he probably wouldn't recognize her without the glasses and bandanna she wore only when she was working.
And she hadn't made a lasting impression on him the one time he'd seen her in contacts in his office. Her hair had been almost shoulder length then. She relaxed her tense shoulders, convinced there was no chance of his recognizing her.
A moment later, his silver gaze brushed her face without the slightest hint of recognition and moved on to the man sitting next to her. She seethed. What kind of man failed to recognize the woman he'd been so intimate with just two weeks earlier?
He opened his briefcase and began passing out five by eight index cards. "I have a roster, but I'd appreciate it if you'd all fill out these cards with your name, day and evening phone numbers, occupation, if any, your reason for being here, and what you hope to get out of this class.
"Let me tell you something about myself while you're filling out the cards. As I said, my name is Reed Daniels. I'm a certified public accountant. I teach accounting part time here at Community. I work full time at a center city accounting firm. For the four weeks or so we'll be together, it will be my job to help you understand the basic principles of accounting. Any questions?"
A pretty blonde, who hadn't taken her eyes off him since the moment he walked in the door, raised her hand.
He nodded at her. "Yes?"
"My name's Rona," she said in a sultry voice that Jade envied. "What shall we call you? Teacher? Professor? Reed?"
Reed Daniel's gaze moved across the faces in the room, again without recognizing Jade. "It looks like we're all adults here. Personally, I prefer to be called Reed, but if anyone wants to keep it to last names, that's fine. Why don't you note on your card which you'd prefer?"
Jade hesitated, then wrote her first name on the card and passed it forward. It was going to be a long hour and twenty minutes - and an even longer four weeks. No doubt it would be a waste of money too. She wasn't likely to learn anything about accounting if she had to spend all her time trying not to stare at Reed Daniels.
"For this course you will need a textbook. The name and edition is listed on the course outline being passed around now. There's also a workbook available. It's helpful, but optional." He glanced at his watch. "You'll need your textbook for next class and since the bookstore closes in an hour, we'll call it a night in a few moments.
"For Wednesday's class, read chapter one thoroughly and come prepared to do the first five problems at the end of the chapter."
His gray gaze scanned the occupants of the room, resting briefly on Jade's face. Was it just wishful thinking or was there a hint of warmth in his darkened gaze?
"I'll be in my office here every Monday and Wednesday by five o'clock. If you have any questions or concerns, feel free to make an appointment with me. If any of you need to reach me before Wednesday, my office phone number is listed on the course schedule I passed out. Feel free to call and leave a message on my answering machine or voice mail. Any question? No?"
His smile encompassed the entire room. "Okay. I'll see you all Wednesday. Good night."
Resisting the urge to look at him again, Jade picked up her backpack and left the room. She was hurt and angry that he hadn't recognized her. Worse, there hadn't been even the tiniest spark of interest in his gaze the few times he had looked directly at her.
What did you expect, you idiot? she demanded, making her way along endless corridors in search of the bookstore. Did you think he'd spent a second thinking of you; wanting to meet you again? You were just a one-night stand to him, if he even remembers at all. Forget that day. Forget him.
Forty minutes later, armed with her text and workbooks, she left the bookstore and headed across the street to the main parking lot where her car was parked. She heard footsteps behind her and turned to see Reed Daniels striding towards her.
For one crazy moment, her heartbeat quickened. Jade, girl, there's hope for you yet. He did recognize you. He's following you!
But she quickly dismissed the thought. He was walking quickly. Probably just in a hurry to get to his car. She stopped, pressing herself back against the wall so he could pass.
Instead of passing by with a polite nod, as she'd expected, he stopped and smiled down at her. "Finally, we meet again."
The parking lot wasn't well lit, but one look up into his gray eyes and she knew she'd been mistaken. He did remember. The blood rushed to her face and she felt weak. She leaned back against the column behind her, unable to look away from him. "I don't know what you mean."
"Of course you do."
"No," she insisted.
"Yes." His gaze lingered on her breasts. "Shall I refresh your memory by telling you how you look in the throes of ecstasy?"
She blushed. "Okay. So I know what you're talking about," she admitted.
"That's better. Why pretend?"
"I didn't think you remembered."
"You didn't think I remembered? You think that sort of thing happens to me all the time?"
She shrugged. "Okay. I didn't think you recognized me."
He brushed the back of his hand against her cheek. "I noticed and recognized you the moment I walked into the classroom. I haven't been able to forget you. You've filled my thoughts for the last two weeks. If you remember, you left me in rather a bad way."
She should have been embarrassed, but as before, she felt no shame with him. "I know. I know it wasn't ... fair, but ... nothing like that has ever happened to me before. I didn't know what to do. You were getting ready to ... to..."
"To make love to you?"
If he had taken her that day, it wouldn't have had much to do with love. Hot, sleazy, magnificent sex? Yes. But love? No. She shrugged. "Anyway, you were sick. Feverish."
His lips twitched. "I see. So you left me high and dry and full of frustrated desire because you were concerned about my health? Thanks. I'm touched. Really."
She laughed. "Okay. I guess I was just afraid."
"You didn't need to be. Even sick, I wouldn't have gone any further than you wanted me to."
She bit back the urge to tell he hadn't gone far enough. "So. How are you now?"
"Fine, now that I know who you are."
"You didn't know before?"