The Secrets She Keeps (Just One More Time - Book 2)

The Secrets She Keeps (Just One More Time - Book 2)

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Genre: Romance

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Status: In Progress

Genre: Romance

Summary

Adaline Hudson has always wanted to make her parents proud by following her father's footsteps, into the profession of a being cardiovascular surgeon. Adi knows everything about the human heart but her own when she is in presence of Ashur Wilson.
Ash has always been encouraged to study medicine but would rather use his time to sketch the world around him. Now, it is harder to focus than ever before when Adaline joins his advanced biology class.

Adaline is shy and blushing on the outside, confident and seductive on the inside. Ash has no idea what kind of woman he is about to fall in love with when she wants to make a deal. She will keep his secrets if he draws what she deeply desires.

Summary

Adaline Hudson has always wanted to make her parents proud by following her father's footsteps, into the profession of a being cardiovascular surgeon. Adi knows everything about the human heart but her own when she is in presence of Ashur Wilson.
Ash has always been encouraged to study medicine but would rather use his time to sketch the world around him. Now, it is harder to focus than ever before when Adaline joins his advanced biology class.

Adaline is shy and blushing on the outside, confident and seductive on the inside. Ash has no idea what kind of woman he is about to fall in love with when she wants to make a deal. She will keep his secrets if he draws what she deeply desires.

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Biology. The study of life and living organisms.
That was the class I chose to endure for an hour a day and spent most of it with my head in the pages of textbooks. Not learning but sketching on top of millions of scientific words as I draw the rest of a body beneath a black and white photo with my black pen. Giving an old man the time of his life as he rides a small girls bike with long streamer's coming from the handlebars and training wheels.
 
I turned the page when I heard the pages slide over in unison around me. It was a bad idea to sit directly in the middle of my class when I had no intention of learning anything further in biology. I should have sat in the back of the course where I could doze off, and no one would notice, even staring out the window.
Instead, I chose to listen to Ms Preston drone on about the DNA of the human species.
 
It was my parent's decision to push me into a degree in medicine, but now I was starting to understand why it was worth it when there was a woman that made this class more interesting.
She was beyond beautiful and very smart although she was two years younger than me. She advanced through her classes with high grades and moved into this class, advanced biology.
This girl was not like the other girls, they all wanted boys between their thighs when the sun went down and dormitory parties on the weekend.
This one though, she wanted answers and information from every book that was related to science and medicine.
Her parents had high expectations for her, and she was filling their shoes with her own small feet since she learned to walk. 
I was sure she was lacing those shoes tightly to her feet while I sat here and threw away my future on the fantasy of her, maybe noticing me.
 
It wasn't that she was smart or that her family was wealthy and I knew they were wealthy just by her last name. It was just the way she was comfortable to be herself without any pressure of what everyone else was doing was what made her valuable to me.
 
Her velvet voice fills my ears, and I glance up to see the very woman sitting at the desk in front of me, answering Ms Preston's question. The loose curls of her golden brown hair are flowing down over her small shoulders and hides the back of her neck from me. Sometimes she wears it in a bun, and I could imagine leaning forward and kissing her soft skin at the nape of her neck.
 
"Mr Wilson" Ms Preston calls for me next and I lift my eyes from her soft looking hair to see the thick eyebrows of the late forties woman waiting impatiently for my answer.
"Sorry?" I asked her as I frown lightly, I had missed the question.
"DNA is made up of molecules called nucleotides. Each nucleotide contains a phosphate group, a sugar group and a nitrogen base. What are the four types of nitrogen bases called?" she questioned me again with her arms crossed. I didn't know this one.
 
I looked down at the page in my textbook I was on, and it had nothing to do with nitrogen bases. I was screwed.
"Adenine" The petite beauty in front of me whispers as I continue to scan the page for that word.
"Adenine?" I asked unsure as I glance up at the teacher, she nods a simple yes and waits for me to finish my answer.
"Thymine, guanine and cytosine" The woman in front of me continues, and I look back down at my textbook, anywhere but up at her face as she turns in her chair to face me.
"I hope to god, you are right" I whisper back, still not looking up and she doesn't respond.
"We are waiting, Mr Wilson" the teacher reminds me.
"Thymine, guanine and cytosine" I respond as if I knew the answer myself.
"Very good" Ms Preston praises me, and I hear the woman in front of me hum softly, almost approvingly that I did what she told me to. 
 
I look up in surprise by the soft noise and take in her unique ocean blue eyes glistening brightly at me. Her soft pink lips tilt up in the corners as she gives me a sweet smile.
I feel my heart begin to race in my chest and hammer against my ribs. I quickly glance back down before I mutter something stupid and I notice Adaline's hand is resting lightly on top of my desk.
Her elegant fingers are spread softly across the top of the page in my textbook. I take in the dark blue glossy nail polish painted on her nails, there perfectly manicured and elegant as the rest of her.
 
Her hand slides my textbook from underneath my arm, and her blue eyes glance down at my drawing scrawled across the page of another scientist, now with octopus legs, holding money in every tentacle. The tip of her index finger slides gently over every line as if she trying to memorise it.
"What else do you like to draw?" She questions me as her eyes observe mine again and I lean back into my chair in an attempt to communicate with her properly.
"A variety of things, really," I tell her as I shrug my shoulders softly. Trying to act disinterested that she was talking to me.
"Can you draw women?" she asked me softly as her lips pulled to one side as she smirked at me. I noticed the small dimple in cheek when she did this, and it suited her perfectly.
"No, I cannot" I lied casually. I didn't want to come off as the guy that draws perverted things, primarily when she was the one asking.
"That's a shame," she told me with a soft sigh as she turned back in her seat. Not wanting to talk to me anymore.
 
I exhaled slowly through my nose, trying to calm myself down. It was rare that Adaline said one word to me on an average day but why would she help me and then take an interest in my drawings.
The bell rang through the university for the next class, and I pushed myself out of my chair. Standing up, I picked up my bag. Placing it on my chair to shove my book inside.
I watched as she stood as well and when she reached down to pick up her bag from under her desk, other students rushed past to leave. Knocking her down and my heart stopped as she hit the ground.
Quickly stepping out from behind my desk, I kneeled down to help her. My body is shielding her from anyone else that tried to rush past her and injure her further.
In her fall, she knocked off her books and mine off the edge of my desk as well. Scattering them across the floor but that was the least of my problems.
 
She sat in front of me on her ass. The palms of her hands flat against the floor behind her, holding herself up with her legs spread gently apart. 
In the small space between the rows of desks on either side of us, I was kneeling between her new dark blue converse shoes with her white ankle socks.
Her navy blue pleated shirt has slid down her soft looking thighs, and from the angle, I was sitting I could see the black panties she wore beneath it. 
Admittedly, my eyes were deceiving me as I noticed the lace hem on them. 
Did she always wear the sexiest underwear I have ever seen beneath her clothes?
I told myself to focus on not being a creep and offered her my help.
 
"Are you okay?" I asked her lightly and her ocean blue eyes locked with mine. They glistened brightly like the sun dancing with the surface of the ocean.
"Yes. Thank you"Adaline tells me as she closes her knees quickly and her round cheeks fill with a soft blush. She shifts forward onto her knees and begins picking up our books so she can leave.
I begin picking them up as well, and when I finish gathering some of hers, I hand them to her, and her fingers graze over the top of mine.
Her cheeks blush a soft pink as I feel a spark of electricity pass from the warmth of her small hand to mine. It shoots through me, and I am frozen to the spot.
 
She picks herself off the floor and thanks me once again as she slips the strap of her bag on her shoulder. Cradling her books in her arms.
"Y-yeah no problem" I stutter as I watch her hair sway slightly as her hips rock softly with every step she takes away from me.
She turns to the classroom door and that's when I notice in the middle of all her books is my expensive sketch pad with the black cover. The sketch pad that was hidden underneath my textbook on my desk since class had started. 
The pages inside were filled with sensual drawings.
 
Adaline Hudson. Had my hand-drawn sketches of nude women, the ones that are drawn in my most favourable and very sexual positions, holding it close to her chest.


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