I don’t do one-night stands, but I just served my ex divorce papers.During summer break from my job as a lecturer, my paddleboard floats into a gorgeous stranger’s dock, and I accidentally pull him into the lake with me.I take it as a sign that maybe I should bend my rules.What better way to celebrate than to get under a man who makes superheroes look like they need to put more effort in at the gym?He’s everything a woman could ask for: unbearably sexy, attentive and oh-so-giving between the sheets.And even better? I’ll probably never see him again.Or so I thought.When term starts, I run into him on the university campus.But he's not a fellow professor. He’s a student.And my life just got way more complicated. . .
