After breaking up with the world's biggest jerk, I'm reluctant to get back into the dating scene. So my best friend, Paula, and I make a deal.
"If it's ever going bad, shoot me a text, and I'll come rescue you."
The only problem?
I send the text to the wrong P – P for Professor Alexander.
I met Asher Alexander on a history field trip, three years ago, only giving me his number in case of an emergency.
So there's no way he's going to respond now three years later.right?
But then he does more than that. This forty-three year old, silver-haired, muscular alpha appears and saves me from my horrible date.
I almost melt. I've been obsessed with him ever since I was an eighteen year old virgin. Now I'm twenty-one, still a virgin, and I've been through the wringer.
I expect him to ask me why I sent him a text with my location attached.
But instead, he saves me.
I know he's just being nice, but I can't stop dreaming about being with him. I can't stop fantasizing about his rippling muscles and how safe I'd feel with his powerful arms wrapped around me.
When my ex-boyfriend rears his head, Asher steps in again, leaving me wondering.
Is it possible he feels the same? Does he want me as badly as I want him?
As events escalate, I start to believe that maybe, just maybe, I'm not imagining that possessive jealous glint in his eyes.