by Ivy Smoak
Temptation
The Hunted Series Book 1
By Ivy Smoak
Copyright 2015 Ivy Smoak
All Rights Reserved
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CONTENTS
Title
PART 1
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
PART 2
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
Chapter 35
PART 3
Chapter 36
Chapter 37
Chapter 38
Chapter 39
Chapter 40
Chapter 41
Chapter 42
Chapter 43
Chapter 44
Chapter 45
Chapter 46
Chapter 47
Chapter 48
Chapter 49
Chapter 50
Chapter 51
Chapter 52
Chapter 53
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PART 1
Chapter 1
Tuesday
I pulled my phone out of my backpack and scrolled through my messages. There were still no new ones. I dropped it back into my bag and stared into my coffee cup. He had told me he missed me, so I had come up to campus early to surprise him, but he hadn't returned my two calls. I shouldn't have made that second call. Now I was sitting in his favorite coffee shop hoping to casually run into him.
Luckily my roommate, Melissa, had showed up yesterday so I wouldn't have to be alone in our dorm room. We had walked up to Main Street, despite the rain, to buy our books, then spent the whole rest of the day catching up from summer break. Mostly we complained about our minimum wage retail jobs. It had been her idea for me to grab an early coffee here in hopes of running into him. She had even helped me with my hair and makeup this morning. He wasn't here though, and now I felt rather like a stalker.
My phone buzzed and I grabbed it eagerly. I slid my finger across the screen and looked down at the message icon. But it was just my alarm, reminding me that it was almost time for my first class. I had to get across campus. I hastily tugged the zipper of my backpack closed and lifted the strap over my shoulder.
The coffee shop was abuzz that morning. None of the other students were used to waking up this early either. Caffeine was a necessity. I grabbed my umbrella in one hand and my coffee cup in the other and squeezed my way past the other patrons.
The floor was slick near the exit from everyone tramping in and out into the rain. Despite Melissa's protests, I had worn my rain boots, and I was glad I had when my feet slid slightly on the linoleum. As I regained my balance, someone came bursting into the coffee shop. The door swung in and collided with my cup. Coffee splashed onto my shirt as my cup fell to the ground. As I began to slip again, I suddenly felt two strong hands on me, holding me steady.
"I'm so sorry. Are you alright?" said a deep voice.
"I'm fine." I kept my eyes on the ground. "It wasn't hot anymore." I left off the fact that it was cold because I had been sitting in the coffee shop for half an hour acting like a crazy stalker.
His hands slowly fell off my waist. "I'm afraid I've ruined your shirt."
I looked at the brown coffee stains that showed clearly on my blue tank top. "Oh, crap, I have an 8 a.m. I don't have time to change." I wished I had worn a coat to protect myself from the cool rain instead of bringing an umbrella.
"Here," he said. He put down his satchel and lifted off his gray sweater. The white dress shirt he was wearing underneath lifted slightly as he pulled off the sweater, and I caught a glimpse of his abs. I let my eyes wander to his face. It looked like he had stepped out of the pages of a magazine. He looked older, possibly a grad student. His hair was dark brown and wet from the rain. The way it was sticking up made it look like he had just run his hands through it. His jawbone was sharp and there were dimples in his cheeks. His eyes were a deep brown like his hair and they were staring at me intently. My heart began to beat fast. He handed me his sweater.
"That's okay. I can't take that," I laughed uneasily. "I'll be fine." I moved to the side so he could pass by me. I felt my cheeks begin to blush.
"I insist." He had a slight smile on his face. "First day of classes," he shrugged. "You'll want to make a good first impression."
I took the sweater from him. "Thank you," I said quietly. I pulled the sweater over my head. It was huge but comfortable. The scent of sweet cologne drifted off of it. It made me feel slightly dizzy. I could feel myself staring at him. "I'm sorry, I have to go, I'm going to be late." He was so handsome that I was acting even more awkward than usual.
His lips parted like he was about to say something, but then they closed again. I smiled gratefully and walked out of the coffee shop. As I made my way to my class I knew I must look ridiculous. A baggy sweater, leggings, and bright red rain boots. I must look like a child. But I was grateful. Coffee stains down the front of me would have been worse than a baggy sweater. Melissa was going to love this story.
Chapter 2
Wednesday
I looked down at my schedule to double check the room number before entering. After yesterday's embarrassment at the coffee shop I didn't want to make myself look like a fool today too. I was one of the first ones there, so I made my way to the back of the classroom. At most professors' annoyance, I was more of a spectator than a participator in class. This class was going to be my worst nightmare. Most people put it off until senior year, but I wanted to get it out of the way early. Now I was regretting my decision.
I sat down at one of the wooden desks all the way in the corner, pulled out a new notebook and pen, and stared out the window next to me. "Forget about Austin," Melissa had said last night after hearing my story. "I like the sound of this new guy. Plus he smells like a million bucks." I didn't disagree with her. I had folded the sweater and left it on my desk chair, but its smell wafted into the room. My dreams had been filled with coffee shop encounters with the stranger all night. Dreams where I didn't run away in his sweater and forget to ask his name.
"Welcome to Comm 212 - Oral Communication in Business. I am Professor Hunter." The professor paused in his introduction and I turned from the window to look at him. He was staring directly at me. I took a deep breath. It was the stranger from the coffee shop. He cleared his throat and looked away from me.
"I know that most of you are seniors and have waited until the last minute to take this class. I haven't met a student yet who was excited about Comm. Heck, I don't even like teaching it."
Light laughter broke out amongst the students. I just stared at him in horror.
"Seriously, we have to teach this class on a rotating basis. I'm not even sure I'm qualified. I promise it won't be as painful as the rumors have m
ade it out to be, though. I tend to grade rather easily so there's no need to be nervous when you're giving speeches. But I like to jump right into things. I'm going to take attendance. When I call your name, please stand and tell me one interesting fact about yourself. Then I'll stop torturing you and you can all leave class early. Not so bad, right? Okay, Raymond Asher."
A boy in the middle of the classroom stood up from his desk. "Hi, I'm Ray. Hmmm, one interesting thing about myself? Well, I'm pretty good with the ladies."
"Yeah right, Ray," the girl beside him teased.
He tried to kiss the girl on the cheek when he sat back down, but she pulled away.
"Well I can tell we'll all be enjoying your speeches. Ellie Doyle?"
A girl stood up in the front of the room and began talking, but I tuned her out. My heart was racing fast. I barely liked saying "here" when a professor called my name. I stared at Professor Hunter as he listened to the answers his students were giving. Every now and then a smile would break over his face. He was so handsome.
"Tyler Stevens?" Professor Hunter called.
He was getting close to my name. I looked down at the blank paper in front of me and tried to focus.
"Penny Taylor?"
My throat went dry.
"Penny Taylor?" the professor repeated.
I slowly stood up. "Hi everyone, I'm Penny." I could feel my face turning red. "Unfortunately, you'll need another of me for my thoughts."
I sat back down. What did I just say?
"Weird," some girl scoffed near the front of the class. A few other people around her snickered.
A smile spread across Professor Hunter's face. "A penny for your thoughts. Well I guess I'll have to bring my piggy bank with me on Friday. Mia Thompson?"
I exhaled slowly and tuned out Mia's answer as I attempted to slow down my accelerated heart beat. A penny clanged on top of my desk. I looked over to my right at the boy sitting next to me. He had shaggy blonde hair and scruff on his face. His eyes were a bright blue.
"I'd pay for your thoughts any day," he said with a smile.
I had been too busy freaking out to have noticed what he said in his introduction. Instead of saying anything, I tucked my hair behind my ear.
"Sigma Pi is having a party Thursday night. You should come, Penny." He handed me a flyer.
"What's your name?"
"Tyler. You know, the guitarist."
I nodded at him politely, knowing that I should have already known his name and his interesting fact.
"You should pay better attention. And since there's no homework for this class, I know you aren't too busy, so I'll see you Thursday," he said with a wink. He picked up his backpack and slung it over one shoulder.
The room was clearing out. I put my notebook into my backpack. Professor Hunter looked at Tyler as he left the room, and then his eyes fell on me. I felt my face flush again. I gave Professor Hunter a small smile and then looked down as I passed by his desk. His chair squeaked and then I felt his fingers as they grazed my forearm. I shivered slightly at his touch.
"Miss Taylor, I'm sorry again about your shirt."
I folded my arms across my chest, suddenly cold. "Oh, no, I'm sorry."
He was quiet for a moment as he looked at me. "Why are you sorry? I was the one that hit you with the door."
I didn't know what I meant. I had a habit of apologizing for everything. "I just meant, about taking your sweater. I'll bring it back."
"No rush. I have quite a few," he gestured to the one he was wearing. It was identical to the one he had given me, except it was a grayish green.
A wave of his sweet scent suddenly hit me. I looked up into his eyes. My fantasies from the previous night wanted to escape. I had a strong desire to be bold, but boldness was only for my dreams. "I didn't realize you were a professor," I blurted out.
He smiled. "It's more fun when students think of me as their peer. I believe it fosters better learning."
That wasn't what I had meant. I meant that he looked really young. How old is he? I realized I was staring at him and silently cursed to myself. "Well I should probably go. I'll see you Friday, Professor Hunter."
He lowered his eyebrows slightly when I said his name, as if he was offended. He nodded to me and said, "Miss Taylor."
Chapter 3
Thursday
"Come on, it's Thursday night!" Melissa said as she looked through my closet.
"Yeah, which means I have classes tomorrow." I had a sinking feeling in my stomach when I thought about what I'd have to do in Professor Hunter's class the next morning. I wasn't sure if I could handle standing up and talking every class. Especially in front of Professor Hunter. Why did he have to be a professor? Melissa had talked me out of going to my advisor and dropping the class. And she was right, I would regret it if I put it off. Melissa didn't know that I was having dreams about Professor Hunter though. He was just so sexy.
"You were invited to the party. Which means you need to go so that I can get in."
"Just take the flyer," I protested. "They'll let you in. It's a frat and you're a girl. That's all you need."
"Stop moping around, Penny. Yes, Austin was a jerk. Yes, mystery coffee shop man is your professor and therefore un-datable. But you're forgetting about the third guy. It sounds like Tyler is cute and funny. A funny guy is always charming."
"I don't know, frat parties are always so sleazy."
"Penny, there is nothing you can say that will get you out of going to this party. Now put this on," she tossed some clothes at me.
I rolled my eyes. "Fine. You win. As always." I went to the other side of the room and slowly undressed. I pulled the sparkly blue miniskirt on and put on my best pushup bra and a low-cut, white tank top. I was just finishing my mascara when Melissa walked back into the room.
"Penny, you look amazing."
"I look like a hooker. Melissa, it's going to be cold out tonight. Shouldn't I wear a little, well, more?"
"These are the last few days of summer. You have to rock that outfit while you can. These shoes," she said and handed me a pair of shimmery heels. The heels had to be at least five inches tall. Melissa was dressed similar to me, except her skirt didn't sparkle, and if possible, it was slightly shorter than mine.
"I can't wait for autumn," I said, and strapped on the shoes. I glanced at Professor Hunter's sweater that was still folded up on my chair. All I wanted was to put it on, curl up in my bed, and watch T.V. all night. Instead, Melissa grabbed my arm and pulled me out of our dorm room.
When we exited our dorm building, we walked arm in arm along the sidewalk toward Main Street. Boys whistled as they walked by us and cars honked.
"Do you think it's going to rain?" I asked her.
"Stop worrying about everything. Let's just have fun tonight!"
We turned onto a side street and in a few minutes I could hear the music blaring. The large Sigma Pi letters were nailed to the top of the house. A guy was peeing in some bushes off to the left.
"And so we have arrived," I mumbled.
"Ladies!" A classically tall, dark, and handsome boy walked over to us. "Welcome to Sigma Pi. Looking for anyone in particular, or just here for something new to do?" He winked at Melissa. Her arm unwound from mine as she introduced herself to him. I didn't hear their exchange.
"Tyler invited us," I said to him.
He turned around to the house. "Yo, Tyler!" He added a whistle. "Tyyyyyler!"
"Find me before you leave," Melissa said as she was steered away by her new acquaintance.
I was left standing there alone in my skimpy outfit. I looked back toward Main Street. Maybe I should just leave. Melissa would never even know.
I was about to walk away when someone yelled: "Penny!"
I turned around and saw Tyler strolling over to me. He had two red, plastic cups in his hands. He was wearing a black t-shirt with Sigma Pi printed across it in neon green letters. His jeans weren't too baggy or too tight. He looked good. When he reached me, I
noticed that he was a few inches taller than me even with my heels.
"I didn't think you were coming, Penny," he said and handed me a cup. "But I am so glad to see you. You look amazing, babe."
I flinched when he called me "babe." Austin always used to call me that. I took a long sip of the beer.
"You clean up well yourself," I replied.
He smiled at me. "Want to come inside?"
"Of course," I said. He wrapped his arm behind my back and his hand lingered on my waist as he led me toward the frat house.
The music was booming and it almost seemed like the house was shaking. I drank my beer while he gave me the tour. When we finished walking around the first floor I needed a refill. We headed into the basement and both refilled our glasses.
"Do you want to dance?" He almost had to yell so I could hear him.
"And by dance, do you mean that?" I asked and pointed to a couple who was grinding.
"Well, if you want to dance like that I might need another drink."
I laughed. "Probably something stronger than beer." I smiled up at him.
"Well that, babe, I can arrange." He grabbed my hand and brought me back over to the bar. He walked behind the counter and brought out a bottle of vodka. "If I'm going to dance crazy, so are you." He poured the vodka into two shot glasses. "We should probably finish these first," he said and held up his red cup. "It would be a shame to waste."
I rolled my eyes and drank the rest of my beer. I tossed him my empty cup. "Satisfied?"
"Not yet," he said and stared at me playfully. He lifted up his shot glass and I did too. The alcohol burned my throat as it went down. I slammed it back down on the table. Tyler looked back at the people dancing. "I don't know, still looks pretty provocative. Maybe one more?"
"Tyler, are you trying to get me drunk?"
"Me? You're the one that wants to dance like that. You, Penny, are trying to get me wasted. I don't know what I'm going to do with you."
"Fine, one more shot each. Then I'll see what moves you have."
Tyler grinned and poured more vodka into the shot glasses. "Here's to a fun night," he said and raised his glass.