Desired by Him (Chosen by Him Series, Book 2): Read Online Free Page B

Chase, who knew how to command the room.
    “My intern and I discussed win-win situations in our last meeting, which is something I want to talk about today,” he explained, striding back over to his desk and dimming the lights so we could see his presentation up on the big screen in the front of the room.
    From the white glow of the projector, I could see his eyes meet mine again, dancing with amusement. Clearly, he knew he had made me uncomfortable, and he seemed to be enjoying it.
    A win-win situation. I pretended to rest my head on my hand, fingers pressing up against my forehead so I could hide my face. Had he been referring to last night, again? As far as I could tell, we had both won in that situation, but I had been left with the extra burden of guilt that I couldn’t get out of my system.
    I looked up at him, pointing to something on the screen. I was not the kind of girl who slept around for her grades, or who slept around in general. How could he be so calm and nonchalant about this? I couldn’t understand it. He had said he didn’t usually do this—had that meant he had done it before? That he was having sex with multiple students?
    I looked around. Dozens of girls in the room looked as if they’d happily be intimate with the attractive Professor Kerns. My stomach drew into a tight knot, and I tried to focus on the lecture.
    I hadn’t mastered the art of focusing under these conditions, and still hadn’t mastered it when Chase flipped on the lights, dismissing the class for the day.
    “Miss Farris,” I heard him call my name. “If you could stay after for a few minutes?”
    “Lucky you,” Alyssa mumbled under her breath, giving me a good-natured grin. “Want me to wait around?”
    I looked at Chase, who was gathering up his things. “No, it’s okay. I’ll see you back at home.”
    I approached the desk, clutching a few of my books to my chest and slinging my already full backpack over my shoulder. He didn’t look up at me. I cleared my throat.
    “I’d like to meet with you in my office, if I could,” he said. He still didn’t look up from gathering his things, neatly organizing his papers before placing them in his black briefcase.
    “Sure,” I replied, clutching my books a little more tightly.
    As we walked along the corridor, he nodded and smiled to more than professor. I hadn’t known Chase was so popular among the faculty, too. Everyone had a smile to give him, and he gave each one of them a polite smile back.
    One professor, an older man dressed in a brown suit and red tie, reached out and grabbed his arm, giving him a clap on the back.
    “Chase Kerns, it’s been much too long!” he exclaimed, laughing. Chase and I had halted. I fidgeted with my book, trying to look inconspicuous, half-hiding behind him. Although usually I’d jump at the chance to rub elbows with professors, today I just felt awkward and out-of-place.
    “Wilson,” Chase greeted him with a classy smile and a handshake. “Back to teaching already? How’d that Bauman deal turn out?”
    “Not too shabby,” Wilson replied. “Of course there’s always something that you don’t like, right? But I’ve missed the students. Spending too much time in the shark tank messes with your head, you know?”
    “Of course,” Chase nodded empathetically. “Oh, and Wilson, have you met Summer Farris?”
    I felt his hand on the small of my back, only briefly, to push me forward a couple steps.
    “I don’t believe I have,” Wilson commented, looking at me over his large, rounded glasses. The top of his head was shiny, already beginning to bald. It reflected the lights as he bobbed it in greeting. “Miss Farris, a pleasure to meet you. Professor John Wilson.”
    “Thank you,” I replied, giving him a smile and shaking his offered hand.
    “Summer is one of my best students and interns,” Chase explained. I looked up at him in shock. Had he really just said that? He looked down at me, continuing, “Wilson is one of the