I was going straight to hell with a detour through public ridicule. Not only that, but I was seven shades of crazy to do what I was doing .

"I know it's kind of late, but the guys should still be out drinking. I'm sure if I texted one of them would let me crash -"

It only took one quick look in Olivia's direction to stop her rambling. As if I would let her anywhere near a group of drunken, horny frat boys. Her fingers continued to twist around the fringe of the bright pink scarf in her lap while she glanced at me anxiously. Every once in a while her eyes would dart to the back seat where most of her scant belongings were piled. I knew some college students lived rough, but aside from an overflowing laundry basket, a trash bag with a bit more clothing, and a couple of extra power cords, she seemed to carry all her belongings with her every day .

We pulled up to a stop light and I realized the car was quiet - too quiet. "Are you sure you have everything?" It wasn't the first time I asked that question, and I could feel her roll her eyes at me again .

"What more could I need?" The slight shrug of her shoulder contradicted her statement .

"Don't you have any pictures?" I barely had the question out before she waved her phone at me. "Music, movies…" she stopped waving the phone and pointed to the laptop nestled in her backpack, "books - you're a college student," I sighed, "you have to have books." At that, she pulled out an e-reader and I gave up. We now lived in a fully electronic world .

"Don't tell me you don't have all this stuff too," she chided .

"I do," I chuckled, "but I also have a TV, a library -"

"I have a library card ," she mocked and for the first time since I pulled her out of her ratty apartment, she smiled - a real smile .

Even if she had a working door, which she didn't, it was obvious Olivia's apartment wasn't safe. After what she had just gone through I couldn't just leave her to fend for herself, right? I tried to tell myself that I was just being chivalrous, but it wasn't chivalry that dragged her out of that apartment - it was my dick .

"So," she drawled, "where are we going ?"

In the rush to grab her things and get her out of that crappy apartment, I never really told her my plans. I didn't blame her for be on edge and questioning my motives. After barking out orders for her to get dressed and pack up her stuff, I ran a million different scenarios through my brain. Each one was dismissed in favor of the one option I really wanted - that Olivia would stay with me .

I had to be certifiably crazy. There had to be another way - a way that didn't get me banned from the University .

After all this time trying to hide any whiff of impropriety, I was going to move her into my home - temporarily of course. But as my libido dragged my thoughts back to the way her curves fit against my body and the way her lips reacted to mine, my cock stiffened and I wondered how temporary it had to be .

Examining every inch of her body was both the most exhilarating and excruciating experience of my life. I tried to be as detached as possible and concentrate on the task at hand, but this was Olivia. My fingers might have been methodically examining her body for glass, but my lips were crying out to explore every inch of her. I don't think I've ever been so excited by a woman but at the same time revolted by my own behavior. To top it all off, I would have been her first .

Fuck me, I was so screwed. Visions of irate Deans with pitchforks were running through my head when Olivia put her hand on my arm .

"Nate?"

I loosened my grip on the steering wheel and looked over at her. A whimsical smile was hovering over her lips, the lips I was devouring not that long ago .

Fuck

A horn blared behind me and I glanced up at the rear-view mirror in time to see the driver flip me off. I pressed my foot down on the gas and peeled out just in time for the yellow light to turn red .

"Umm... Nate?" Olivia pulled her hand away and I noticed it hover protectively over the dashboard. "Do you think maybe you could slow down ?"

I eased off the gas just in time to turn down a tree-lined side-street and pull into an empty parking spot .

Olivia blinked at sudden shift and looked around as if expecting a police car or that irate driver to come barreling after us. After a moment of silence, she finally asked, "where are we ?"

"My place," I said casually, and studied her face for any reaction, "you're going to stay with me until we get everything sorted out ."

She didn't move for a second - the longest second of my life - and then I saw her bite her lip to hide a smile. It was small, if the light had been just a bit dimmer I wouldn't have seen it - but I did .

I was so screwed .

I hopped out of the car and pulled open the back door before she could say anything. Reaching in for the bag of cords, I tossed it on top of the laundry basket and yanked them both out. I was reaching in for her trash bag when Olivia appeared beside me .

She leaned against the car and I tried to ignore the way her tight mini-skirt rode up a fraction of an inch higher when she crossed one leg over the other. When I told her to get dressed she mentioned something about laundry day and I figured she would come out in a ratty t-shirt and sweatpants. I certainly didn't expect a skin-tight mini dress, a leather jacket and high-heeled fuck me boots. It was all I could do to keep from ripping those clothes off her body too .

She cocked her head to the side and I swear she knew what I was thinking. I was going to have to watch myself around her .

"So," she drawled and my antennas went up, "Shall we go inside ?"

I gave her my most stern professor look and pointed her to the door. I would find someplace for her to stay tomorrow. I could handle one night with Olivia under my roof, right ?

I watched her saunter up the stairs and my dick was standing at attention again. Damn, she had the best saunter - coming or going .

This truly was a horrible idea .