Chapter 62
He didn’t have time to look away before she spotted him across the room.
Her mouth curved into a grin, and she began to push her way through the crowd. When she finally emerged at the front, Adrian’s pulse quickened.
She was wearing a black skirt, so tight and short it seemed like she might as well have been naked. Her top was thin and strappy, barely covering her breasts, and her hair fell down her shoulders in waves.
She looked dangerous, her hips swaying as she walked toward him.
“You’re not a professor right now,” she teased, slipping into the stool beside him. “Are you?”
His eyes drifted down her body before he forced himself to look away. “Ivy.”
“That’s right,” she replied lightly, sliding a hand over the counter. “Two shots of tequila, please.”
The bartender raise
