I slept with my dad’s best friend. Then walked into his classroom. Pregnant.

It was supposed to be one night and I'd never see him again..

I didn’t know that Professor James Caldwell would be teaching my class Monday morning.

Then my dad—proud, traditional, and totally clueless—assigned him as my academic mentor.

Now I’m stuck with the man who I can’t stop thinking about how his hands felt on my body.

Every stolen glance across the lecture hall makes my pulse race. Every private meeting becomes an exercise in restraint. When he whispers my name, I can’t help but fall for him.