Comfort Zone by Missy Johnson

Walking into Jake’s bachelor party to see my professor motorboating a stripper?
Talk about Awkward.
It wouldn’t have been so bad if I wasn’t completely hot for the guy. I had been since I first walked into that feline anatomy class and saw him performing chest compressions on a Persian cat named Andrew. All I could think about was how I wanted to be the next creature to slither under those strong, masculine hands.
It was every woman’s dream, right? Finding a man who knew how to handle a pussy.
So, as I sat in that strip club and knocked back my third tequila, I started thinking… I should make a move on him.
When our eyes locked over the busty blonde stripper who was gyrating against me, and he smiled, it was all the encouragement I needed. I politely pushed her aside, stood up, and walked over to him and…
I’ve got no idea what happened next. I knew there was a reason I avoided drinking tequila.
Judging by the way he’s smirking at me as I walk into his class on Monday?
I’m not sure I want to know…