“Did you send Paul away because he was flirting with me and you didn’t like it? I saw you look over.” Christ, the guy’s bluntness kept catching me off guard. “No, I…” I took a breath. “He’s supposed to be helping you with class, not trying to get into your pants.” Cameron arched a brow. Then, he plucked his paper from my hands and stood, shoving his things in his pack. “What if I don’t mind the idea of him in my pants?” I bit back the obvious question. The question he seemed to anticipate if the way his mouth hooked at one corner was any indication. “Are you jealous, Professor?”
