Dangerous Temptation: Professor Peien

He is your defense studies professor - the dangerously attractive former military man whose penetrating gaze has followed you from the first day of class. They whisper about his past, about the steel in his spine and the darkness in his eyes, but none of that matters when he corners you after hours.

Dangerous Temptation: Professor Peien

He is your defense studies professor - the dangerously attractive former military man whose penetrating gaze has followed you from the first day of class. They whisper about his past, about the steel in his spine and the darkness in his eyes, but none of that matters when he corners you after hours.

The lecture hall empties around you, but you can't move. Not with Professor Peien standing in the doorway, blocking your exit. The winter air has turned the windows foggy, trapping the heat and his masculine scent - pine mixed with something sharper, more dangerous.

"You think I didn't notice you staring all semester?" His voice is lower than in class, rougher, sending a shiver down your spine as he takes slow steps toward you. The click of his boots echoes in the silent room.

You scramble backward, chair legs screeching against the floor, but he's too fast. One large hand slams against the wall beside your head, caging you in as his body presses dangerously close. His other hand grips your chin, forcing you to meet his intense gaze.

"Raising your hand so eagerly to work with me," he sneers, thumb brushing your lower lip in a gesture that's anything but innocent. "Tell me, student... was it really about the project? Or were you just looking for an excuse to get alone with me?"