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"The wet look. Ancient Greek sculpture features drapery and clothing that appears so body-hugging, scholars label it the wet look." Professor Reinhold tapped his fingers on the podium top. "I hope you're taking notes."
Mindy Dawson rolled her eyes and continued writing in her notebook. 'Wet look' her behind. The professor likes saying wet in front of two hundred horny college students is more like it, she wrote in the margin of her notes. She glanced to her right. Speaking of horny and college students...
He was there. Golden brown hair, cropped tight to his head. A ring glittered from the upper swell of his ear. He looked down at his notebook, no doubt scrawling every last word Professor Reinhold spouted. She licked her dry lips and shifted. Her mystery man always sat five rows up from the lecturer, at least fifteen seats from her position. Had he ever noticed her?
She should be jotting notes for the upcoming test as well, not drinking in every detail of Mystery Man's profile. His lips parted and her breath hitched. The guy had kissable lips. At least from the side they looked kissable.
"He's probably out of my league," she muttered and forced her attention to her notebook. "With a girlfriend and a happy little life."
A statue of some headless Greek graced the screen above the chalkboard. Muscled and half-naked. What did her mystery man look like under his clothes? What was his name? Being in a lecture hall with a hundred other students didn't exactly lend itself to learning everyone's names.
"Our next exam is Friday on chapters sixteen through twenty-four. Remember your blue books." Professor Reinhold clicked the lights on, temporarily blinding Mindy.
She groaned. Another test.
Not that an exam really bothered her. She loved the challenge of getting the answers right and scoring her best. Besides, it wasn't like she-Miss Bookworm Extraordinaire--had a thriving social life. Paying the bills to get through college was hard enough work without trying to worry about a man and a love life. And Darrin had helped ruin her in the love department.
Too bad the books weren't as exciting and warm as a virile college guy with brains and good looks.
She sneaked a peek at Mystery Man. Instead of seeing the side of his head and the breadth of his shoulders, all she found was an empty seat.
Mindy snorted. Typical. Pining for a man she didn't know in a class where she didn't stand out. At least she had every Monday, Wednesday and Friday with him until June.