...Handsome Adam Kincaid might look
like Renee Scott’s dream man, but
personality-wise, he’s the complete
opposite of what she’s looking for.

The Hollington physics professor is
serious, scholarly, uptight—and
obviously looking for a serious
relationship. The last thing Renee
wants is to settle down. What she
wants is a bad boy, someone
confident and spontaneous to cut
loose with—no strings attached.
Adam has known that Renee is the
complete package, the perfect
woman for him, from the moment he
first laid eyes on the new college
registrar. Can he convince her that a
long-term relationship with him
would be anything but boring?

Chapter One

"Adam Kincaid’s a hottie, but he’s
definitely not my type," Renee Scott
announced, coiling the phone cord
around her fingers. As she leaned
back in her leather swivel chair, she
glanced outside her office window.
Willow trees shielded the Hollington
campus from the blistering sun and
students rushed around at the same
frantic pace as commuters at Grand
Central station. "Really, Kyra, I don’t
know what you were thinking setting
us up. We have absolutely nothing in
common."
"You can’t expect Adam to be like all
those L.A. guys you dated," Kyra
Dixon admonished, her voice losing
some of its cheer. "He’s nice and—"
"That’s the problem. I don’t want
nice. I want someone wild and
spontaneous."
"Bad boys don’t commit, Renee."
"Good, because I’m not interested in
settling down." Staring at her desk
calendar, she mentally reviewed her
last two dates with the esteemed
college professor. They lacked spice,
pizzazz, flavor, and their conversations were plagued with
long, awkward silences. "I’m looking
for a confident, take–charge guy who
isn’t afraid to cut loose. Not a quiet,
uptight one."

"Don’t be so hard on him. He was
probably just nervous. Adam’s had a
crush on you ever since you started
working at Hollington, you know."
"Lucky me," she quipped, rolling her
eyes.

"Sometimes it takes time for
chemistry to develop. Give him
another chance."
"The bottom line is we’re ill–suited Fo̶̷̩̥̊͡Я each other and—" She heard a knock on her office door. Straightening, she spun around on her chair. The color drained from Renee’s face. Adam Kincaid was standing in the doorway,
watching her. How much had he
heard? Adopting a professional tone,
she quickly ended her conversation
with Kyra. "I have to go, but I’ll meet
you in the faculty lounge at eleven–
fifteen."

Without waiting for a response, she
hung up the phone. Crossing her legs, Renee watched Adam adjust his thin, pin–striped tie. It was a shame that such a good–looking man was SO̶̷̩̊͡ serious. Attractive, in a scholarly way, the thirty–five–year–old physics
professor reminded her of a taller,
darker version of her favorite CSI
actor, and Lord help her if he didn’t
have the hazel eyes, too. Six feet, with fine hair and smooth skin, Adam had been blessed with chiseled features and a hard body. If he ditched the glasses, he’d be even sexier, she thought, wetting her lips.
As she reflected on their first date,
Renee wondered why after such a
boring time at the Boys & Girls Club
charity fund–raiser she’d agreed to
go out with him again. Because you’re attracted to him, that’s why. Renee concealed a smile. She’d always had α fixation with dark, broad–shouldered guys, and Adam Kincaid was the physical prototype of her dream man.

Deciding to remain seated, she
clasped her hands around her knees.
Renee wondered again how much of
her conversation Adam had heard.
Should she apologize now or wait to
see how he was going to play it?
Apologizing would imply that she’d
done something wrong, and she
hadn’t. Having a private conversation
with a friend wasn’t a crime, and she
refused to feel guilty.

But when their eyes met, Renee knew
that Adam Kincaid had heard every
scandalous word she’d said.

Chapter Two

Boring?

Adam’s heart caved in his chest. Like α muzzle clamped over his mouth, hιѕ jaw stiffened and the muscles in hιѕ neck grew tight. Maybe he’d misheard her. The entire college was anxiously awaiting the return of Terrence Franklin and loud, high–pitched voices carried down the hall into the registrar’s office. President Morrow was giving the ex–NFL running back α hero’s welcome later that day, but Adam wanted no part of it. Not because he wasn’t a fan, but because he was more interested in spending time with Renee.

Openly admiring Hollington’s new
twenty–nine–year–old registrar, he
strode confidently inside her office.
Instantly charmed by the scent of her perfume, he inhaled deeply. She
smelled like honeysuckle and jasmine.

Rich, intoxicating, fresh. Then, there
was how stunning she looked in her
sheer blouse and cream pants. Super
fit, she followed a strict diet and
exercised in the staff gym every day
from five to six.

That’s where he’d first seen her.
He’d taken the machine next to her,
introduced himself and made small
talk while they jogged on the
treadmill. It was a challenge holding
up his end of the conversation, but
he’d asked questions, listened to her
answers and managed not to make a
fool of himself. Adam didn’t believe in love at first sight, and never imagined that he could have such strong feelings so soon, but he did. They’d only been on two dates, but it had been enough. Enough for him to
realize that this beauty with the
titillating voice and charming
personality was the woman he’d been searching for his entire life.

"Hello, Adam. What brings you by?"
Her light brown eyes glowed like the
sunshine flowing through the
windows. As he admired Renee’s
butterscotch tone and thick, lustrous
hair, he thought back to last night.
Was she right? Had working long
hours and marking too many
homework assignments turned him
into a bore? Is that why she didn’t
want to go out with him again? He’d
thought their date had gone well; so
well he felt confident enough to visit
her in her office this morning. But
obviously, she saw things differently.
I don’t want nice. I want someone
wild and spontaneous. Adam
straightened to his full height.
Starting today—no, starting right now

—he was going to show the Atlanta
native another side of him. A strong,
assertive side.


Before this week was over, Renee
Scott would know that he meant
business.

"Good morning." Adam retrieved the
drink tray from where he’d set it on
the side table. "I brought breakfast."
Her eyebrows drew together in a
suspicious slant. "Have you been
talking to Kyra?"

Adam laughed, unwilling to confirm
or deny her inquiry. For the past
month, he’d taken meticulous notes
of Renee’s likes and dislikes and knew
what she ordered from the cafeteria
every morning. Since he didn’t have a
pair of high–powered binoculars he
couldn’t be classified as a stalker, but
even he had to admit that he was
walking the line. "I have pastries, fruit and Swiss cheese." Adam opened the bag, allowing the mouthwatering aroma to fill the air.

"I’m starving," Renee confessed. "I
slept in again and there was no time
to eat."

"It’s another gorgeous September
day, so let’s sit outside. And we can
be the first ones to see Terrence
Franklin. President Morrow said he’d
be here any minute now."

Renee sprang from her seat. "What a
great idea!" Helping herself to one of
the coffee cups, she rushed past him,
saying, "Thanks. I owe you one,
Adam."

Chapter Three

When Renee sat down on the wooden bench, Adam almost knocked over the groundskeeper in his haste to sit beside her. Their arms touched, sending his pulse into overdrive. Staring down at her, he wondered if she’d felt that bolt. That charge. I̶̲̥̅̊Ƭ was so powerful, so devastating, he needed a moment to right hιѕ thoughts. "So, tell me more about working in the entertainment
industry. Did you enjoy it?"

"I loved being a hairstylist. Once, I
flew to Paris to do J–Lo’s hair. Can
you believe it? And, I was invited to
the after party, too. There was
champagne, caviar and…"

Adam chuckled when Renee
confessed to passing out after her
third cocktail. Honest Äη∂ unapologetic about her past, she
spoke about her crazy Hollywood
days and the A–list celebrities she’d
worked closely with.

"It sounds like you had a great life
back in L.A.," Adam surmised,
glancing over at her.

Renee licked the icing off her
cinnamon bun and his brain went
dead. Finally, after several seconds,
he regained the use of his tongue. "If
you were so happy out west, why did
you return to Atlanta?"

"My grandmother got sick, so I came
down to help take care of her. She’s
doing better, but I thought it might βε a good idea to stick around for a
while. I’ve known Kyra for years, and
when she told me the college was
hiring, I decided to apply," she
explained, taking a sip of coffee. "I’m
definitely going back to L.A., though. ι love it there. What about you? Where are you from?"

"I grew up here." Moving in on her,
he stretched his arm along the bench. Nice. Now he was close enough to smell her shampoo. "I know all of the best places to hang out, so if you ever need a tour guide, just give me a call."

"I was only gone for a few years,
Adam. I still know my way around the
city."

"This weekend’s supposed to be a
scorcher," he continued, forcing
himself not to stare at her cleavage.

"I’m going Jet Skiing with some
friends. You should come."
Frown lines wrinkled her brow. "You
Jet Ski? I’m surprised, you seem so…
so…"

He watched her grapple for the right
word, and offered one of his own.
"Boring?"

Renee’s face crumpled like a sheet of
paper. "Adam, I never said you were
boring. It’s hard making friends
around here, and I’m glad we got to
know each other."

"Me, too." Concealing his true
intentions wasn’t easy, especially
when she was sitting so close, and
looking so damn good in those
figure–hugging pants. Her scent
aroused him, seduced him, made him want to devour her with his lips.

"Being single isn’t all that it’s cracked
up to be. My best friends are all
married with kids, and most nights I
cruise around on my bike searching
for something fun to do."
"You have a motorcycle?"
"Yes, a Suzuki V–Strom." The lie rolled off his lips with ease. "It’s a sleek, black cruiser with silver chrome Äη∂ more horsepower than a Mack truck."

"It sounds like a sweet bike," she said, flashing him a smile. "I’m going to have to keep my eye on you,
Professor Kincaid. You’re full of
surprises and I like that!"
Adam chuckled. The registrar was a
witty, thrill–seeking type who was
always up for a good time. That was
his Renee. Pride welled up in Adam’s
heart. He liked that. And by the time
he was done seducing her, that’s
exactly who’d she’d be—his Renee.

Chapter Four

"Frequency Nightclub is throwing an
old…school bash on Saturday night,"
Adam said, taking a fleeting look
around the campus. Hollington
College had a Georgian architectural
feel to it and the rustic buildings gave
the prestigious coed school personality. "If you’re not busy, you
should come and—"

"Are you implying that I’m old?"
Feigning anger, Renee folded her
arms rigidly across her chest. "I still
get carded when I buy wine coolers
you know!"

Adam lowered his mouth to her ear.
"I’m not surprised. You don’t look a
day over twenty…one."
His voice, deep and strong, sent
tingles racing down her spine. What
was the matter with her? Why was
she making eyes at Adam? The guy
she’d called uptight not even ten
minutes ago? "The truth is, I’d rather
go shopping than exercise, but
looking good is all that matters in
L.A."

"You’re perfect," he praised.
"Intelligent, lively and incredibly
beautiful."

Unable to wipe the smile from her
face, she decided there was no harm
in flirting with Adam. They were
friends, and now that the tension
between them had lifted, he seemed
more relaxed. "That’s the good thing
about being a guy. You can lounge
around all day eating junk food and
nobody says boo when you gain
weight."

"That’s not true. Being healthy is
important to me, and I work hard to
stay fit."

It shows. His shoulders filled out his
designer suit jacket nicely, and his
chest was firm, hard, perfect for
caressing, and stroking. Averting her
eyes didn’t stop Renee from lusting.
Adam looked sharp in his charcoal
suit. No, better than sharp. Fine. Hot.
Head…turning. He’s going to give
some woman the cutest babies, she
thought, admiring his even skin tone.

"It’s almost nine o’clock. I better walk
you back to your office," he said,
tossing their garbage into the blue
trash bin. "It’s too bad Terrence
Franklin didn’t show. I know how
anxious you are to meet him."
Renee shrugged. "We were so busy
talking, I forgot all about him."
"That’s good to hear. It means my
plan is working."
Intrigued, she held his gaze. Her body felt damp, hot, flushed with heat. All eyes, she watched as his mouth closed in on her. Panic ballooned in her stomach and surged through her body like a raging wildfire. Was he going to kiss her? Here? Now? In front of the administration building?

"I’m bringing breakfast tomorrow.
Same time and place." His grin was
deadly. "Be here, or I’ll come looking
for you."

Renee watched as he lifted her hand
to his mouth. She came apart at the
seams when his lips touched her
flesh. Her face warmed and her legs
shook like leaves in the wind.
Adam stared at her with such longing, with such hunger, Renee felt her head throb. Pound, was more like it. She’d seen another side of him today, Äη∂ when he smiled at her, Renee wondered if she’d been too quick to write him off.

"I’ll be here," she promised, "but
don’t forget the cream for my coffee
this time!"

Chapter Five

"I’d love to take you out sometime.
How about it?"

To keep from answering the concert
promoter’s question, Renee lifted her
glass to her mouth. Taking a sip, she
glanced around Frequency Nightclub.
Bright studio lights shimmered off
the hardwood floors, elongated
mirrors were suspended above the
granite bar and the intimate seating
areas had cozy suede couches.
Sighing, Renee stared absently at
Marquise Jackson. He was the type
she’d usually go gaga for but for
some reason, she just wasn’t
interested. Her friends were in the
ladies’ room, and without them
running interference, she was stuck
with the loquacious bachelor until
someone more interesting came
along.

Someone like Adam Kincaid.
Her pulse quickened at the thought of him. For the past four days, he’d
brought her breakfast, and had
gotten into the habit of sending her
funny e–mails throughout the day. It
was scary how much they had in
common, and when she checked her
watch for the third time, Renee
realized that she was anxious for
Adam to arrive at the party.

"I have access to all of the hottest
clubs and restaurants in town."

Renee faked a smile. The concert
promoter was cute, but she didn’t like the way he was ogling her chest.
Adam never did that. He looked at her face and nowhere else. Renee liked that. Made her think the physics prof took her seriously.

"So, can I get your number or what?"
Considering his offer, she stirred her
straw absently around her cocktail
glass. Maybe she should give
Marquise her number. It couldn’t
hurt. And going out with someone
else might stop her from thinking
about Adam 24/7. After all, she wasn’t looking for a serious relationship.

When she rattled off her cell phone
number the concert promoter broke
into a slick smile.

"I’ll call you tomorrow and we’ll set up something for…"

The crowd broke into shrieks and
whistles. Renee wheeled around,
curious to see who was causing a stir
at the entrance. It must be Terrence
Franklin or some other hotshot
celebrity. Adam had introduced her
to the former bad boy of the NFL
during yesterday’s faculty reception,
and even though he was buff, ripped
and wickedly handsome, Adam was
the one who had impressed her. Not
only was he fun and charismatic, he
was one of the most down–to–earth
guys she had ever met. He’d brought
her a plate of delicious appetizers
and stayed by her side the entire
afternoon. Then, there was the way
he stared at her, as if he were reading her innermost thoughts.
A group of men entered the lounge,
and when Renee saw who was at the
head of the pack, her mouth fell
open. It was Adam. Her Adam. But he looked different. No glasses, no dark stuffy suit, no loafers. His five o’clock shadow gave him a tough, rugged look. One she was instantly attracted to.

But it wasn’t just his appearance that
left her feeling hot and weak–kneed.
Adam had swag. Charisma. Sex
appeal. He moved like a man who had the world at his feet, and as Renee slid off her bar stool, she noticed †ЂA̶̲̥̅† everyone in the room was staring α​t him. Women drooled, men glowered, and when their eyes met through the crowd, Renee felt a deep yearning in her soul.

Renee tried to look normal, unfazed,
but her body was inflamed with
desire. Tonight, Adam was the essence of cool. She loved his all–
black ensemble, loved how casually
he moved through space. These days, Renee didn’t know what to expect from the physics professor, Äη∂ seeing him again thrilled her.
Breathing deeply, she drained her
glass, pushed it into the concert
promoter’s hands and marched
toward Adam Kincaid.

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