The Chemistry Between Us – Class In Session Read Online M.K. Moore

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, New Adult Tags Authors:

Total pages in book: 13
Estimated words: 11589 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 58(@200wpm)___ 46(@250wpm)___ 39(@300wpm)

Tiza Montgomery is in love with the one man she can’t have and shouldn’t want. She thinks she doesn’t stand a chance because what man would want a shy girl with a weird upbringing?
Matt Gillman is in love with his student. His pretty girl is about to be legal, and he’s loved her longer than he should have.
No one can deny the chemistry between them. They can’t either. They don’t want to. They want each other in a way that defies everything.

Fall isn’t only about changing leaves and saying goodbye to summer; it’s also all about going back to school. Pack up and head back to the dorms because class is in session, and love is in the air. Who will find their happily ever after this time–the nerd, the jock, or maybe the professor?
This fall, join your favorite Instalove romance authors from Flirt Club and find out just how naughty it can get on campus.

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Chapter One


I look around my dorm room. I’m all alone now. My best friend and former roommate, Sierra, is across town with her husband, our former headmaster. She graduated in May, already married and pregnant. I’ve entered my senior year of high school and am excited for what the future holds for the first time. When I applied for the scholarship to McCray’s, I never thought I’d get it, nor did I think my parents would ever let me come, but they did, and thank God for that. I haven’t returned since I left three years ago and won’t ever go back there.

I grew up in a strict sect of a very religious community in Utah. Folks in Mortimer believe in the old ways. You know, the now illegal ways. My father has three wives, and I have many siblings. The last count was twelve, with two more on the way. I’m sure that number has grown. If I had stayed, I’d be expected to be a breeding machine for my husband. I didn’t mind that part, but the thought of sharing him, whoever he may be, with other women made my blood curdle. I’m jealous that way, and I don’t think it’s so wrong to need to be someone’s one and only.

I made the impulsive decision to apply when the pastor of our church’s grandson started asking me to be his first wife. I was fifteen, and he was sixteen, so it wasn’t that terrible, but I wanted no part of him. He was a little terror. He bullied those smaller or weaker than him, my two younger brothers among those he victimized. I was supposed to believe that it was some great honor to be chosen by him. I didn’t. I breathe easier now, knowing that part of my life is over, and now that I’m eighteen, I never have to go back.

Walking from my dorm room to the sciences building, I get excited. I always get excited when I’m about to see him. I always feel like the luckiest girl in the world because I get to see the man of my dreams first thing in the morning. My chemistry teacher, Mr. G, is so freaking hot. On my first day here, just before I met Sierra, I was coming out of my dean’s office. The halls were empty since class had already started. I wasn’t paying attention to where I was going, I was looking down at my schedule to see what classroom I was supposed to be in when I ran into a wall. Okay, not a wall, a man. He grabbed my arms to keep me from falling down, and in doing so, he pulled me closer to him. I breathed him in. His cologne was my undoing. He smelled like he was mine. I couldn’t explain it then, and I still can’t.

“I’m sorry,” I said, my voice was husky. I’d never heard it like that. His longish dark hair had fallen over his eyes. Without thinking, I brushed it out of the way, touching his forehead in the process. Goosebumps popped up all over my arms, and heat sizzled up through the hand on his face to my heart. I knew he felt it, too. It would have been impossible not to. His dark green eyes widened, his pupils flared, and we both sucked in the same breath from the air between us.

“No need to apologize, Miss?” he paused, waiting for my name.

“Montgomery. Tiza Montgomery.”

“Miss Montgomery. I do believe you are tardy. Where are you headed?” he asked, releasing me. My hand dropped from his forehead, and he took my schedule from my other hand. “Ah, English with Ms. Porter. It’s just down the hall, third door on the left.”

“Thank you,” I said, taking a step back from him.

“You’re welcome, and I will see you for fifth period. You’re the only sophomore in my Honors Chemistry class.” He handed my schedule back to me and quickly scanned it.