Harmony’s POV
After surviving my chaotic econ class — thank you, Professor s*x-on-Legs — I dragged myself to Supernatural Business for Shifters. And let me tell you, that s**t was dry. I mean, eyes glazing, soul-leaving-my-body dry. If this is what it takes to graduate, they better hand me that damn diploma in gold foil.
But the whole time? I couldn’t get him out of my head.
Professor Rossi.
The man is delicious. That stare. Those lips. That power. It’s like he's carved from ancient temptation and dipped in sexy authority. And the way he looked at me? Like he was holding back something primal. Something filthy. Yummy. The things I could do to that man…
When the class mercifully ended, I was walking with a few fellow caster witches and warlocks, headed to Magical Maintenance and Traini
