Testing Her Professor (Sister Switch Book 1)

  Testing Her Professor

  C.M. Steele

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  Contents

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Epilogue

  About the Author

  Chapter 1

  Alyssa

  “You have to do this for me,” Alexa says, standing in front of me with her hands on my shoulders. Her long black hair looks raggedy as she stares at me with a look of desperation and intent. I push her hands off me gently, pick up my cup of coffee, and walk from the kitchen to my bedroom. Of course, she stalks right behind me.

  My sister and I are exact opposites when it comes to school and our clothes. I dress like a professional that I am and always have. My sister prefers tanks and tees with leggings and a pair of sneakers.

  “You know that’s cheating, right? Like you could be kicked out of school and get no damn degree,” I remind her. She’s been asking me for two years to do this.

  “You don’t understand, I’m not taking another semester of this shit. It’s been two years of this class, and I should have had a job like you already. Hell, I’m going for a teaching degree in History? We’re twins for fuck’s sake.” She tosses herself on my bed, getting more and more annoyed by the minute. At twenty-two, she should have graduated, but she’s awful at math, which is the only class she has to take.

  “Then, you should know that cheating is unacceptable.” She’s already proving to be a terrible role model for students, but I can’t say I really blame her.

  “Ugh, so is a teacher who took six years to get her bachelors because she’s a loser.”

  “You’re not a loser, and it hasn’t been six years yet,” I remind her as I take a sip of coffee. It’s Sunday. I’m not in the mood for anything except curling up in my little nook with my latest paperback. I have a strange addiction to crime novels lately, breezing through them faster than I can purchase them.

  “Easy for you to say. You have a job.” She has me there. I make enough to pay all the bills in the apartment we share while she works to pay for her car to get to and from school.

  “Please, it’s only one day. You can go in and quietly take the final and leave. He’ll think you’re me, and no one will be any the wiser.”

  “Like you said, I have a job, and I can’t take off because my boss is getting ready to go on a business trip.”

  “I bet you already did most of the stuff for his entitled ass. God, how can you work for that guy? He bosses you around like crazy.” She’s never met my boss, but she has seen his emails—a prickly one that grated her nerves.

  “Um, because he’s my boss, and my only job is to assist him. Yes, he’s a prick, and everyone thinks so, but he’s not really mean to me. He’s just demanding and gruff.”

  “I think he’s a prick, but I’d be all sugar and sunshine for him if we switched spots. It’s only one day. I promise I can handle being sweet. Hell, you can come back to the office and switch clothes and go back to work for Captain Asshole.”

  “No. It won’t work.”

  “We’re identical.”

  “No. I meant the switching out during the day.”

  “So, you’re considering it.” I’m already regretting it, knowing damn well that it’s dangerous and stupid, but I feel for her. I hated gym in school, and it’s the only class that I ever received a ‘C’ in.

  “Fine. Give me your textbook and exam study guide. I’ll need to study all day, so you owe me big time.”

  “What do I need to know about Mr. Bossy Pants.”

  “One, he doesn’t like to be called anything other than Mr. King.”

  “Huh. That name matches his bossy attitude. Regal asshole.”

  “Alexa…”

  “Sorry. I promise to be good.” I take her study guide and smile. This is easy for me. “Hey, nerd alert, please don’t get a perfect score.”

  “What? Why not?”

  “Duh, because I wouldn’t get a perfect score, and Mr. Stuffed Shirt would know something’s up and that maybe I found a way to cheat.”

  “How bad is your grade?”

  “I need a ninety on the final to pass the class.”

  “Shit. What have you been doing?”

  “I don’t see what the hell letters have to do with math. It’s total horseshit.”

  “Okay. Another thing, please control your temper. No one talks to Mr. King disrespectfully and keeps their job.”

  “Understood. I wouldn’t do that to you. Besides, I’m going to spend the day trying to keep everything together.”

  “Everything should be good. Mr. King takes his coffee with two creams and two sugars.”

  “Wow, you went to school to be a barista.”

  “Quit it. My job is more than that, but the man is busy, and it makes it easier. Your new laptop was courtesy of the bonus I received after working late for a week straight.”

  “Sweet. Okay. I suppose I can be nice. So two and two for the coffee. Does Captain Asshole get it when he first comes in or only when he asks?”

  “I usually bring it to him when he first gets in or when he’s on a call or meeting with Franklin Steinberg, the company accountant. The man can put anyone to sleep, so his meetings are usually first thing in the morning when necessary. I’ll create a cheat sheet for you before we leave in the morning.”

  “Awesome. I’ll leave you to study.”

  Three hours later, I’m sure that I’ll ace this test, so I take a break to create her notes for my boss. My stomach turns because we may look the same, which will fool my boss; her attitude won’t. We’re going to have to switch clothes for the day as well.

  Showtime. I’m dressed in jeans and my only pair of vans I own with her Aerosmith tank top on. I toss a blazer over it because the shirt reveals too much of my tits and skin. The classroom is packed in an auditorium setting, and the only seats available are in the front. She told me to never sit in front because she doesn’t.

  “Down here, Ms. Mathers.” Shit. That voice. My pussy instantly soaks my panties. The dark, deep timber shoots straight to my girly parts. Parts that I didn’t know were alive.

  “Ms. Mathers, take a seat already. This test is two hours long, and you need
every minute of it.” Asshole. I spin around and am caught off guard, stumbling from the sight of the man before me. Another man catches me. “Thanks,” I say with a nervous smile, but a growl comes from the direction of the teacher whose name has suddenly escaped me. Did Alexa even give me his name? No. She only called him Mr. Stuffed Shirt.

  “Ms. Mathers.” He arches his brow at me, and I blush, stepping out of the other student’s arms while biting on my bottom lip to hold back a moan.

  “Maybe a date for being a hero?” the guy who caught me says. I forgot all about him. I blush and smile at Alexa’s classmate. Before I can respond, the professor’s booming voice interrupts.

  “Keep your scamming on girls out of my class. Ms. Mathers, take a damn seat.” I go to move the seat when someone’s book bag is in the way, and I trip again, falling into Mr. Stuffed Shirt’s arms of all people. As if time stands still, I look up slowly at him.

  No wonder she can’t pass this class, I think to myself with a tinge of jealousy. With this sexy man in front of me, I wouldn’t hear a word he said. Instead, I’m admiring his perfect face and dark brown hair that’s almost black, but the lights of the classroom highlight the brown. His eyes are brown as well, but not that dull color brown like mine. They’re practically golden, wolfish, and that mouth of his. It’s set in a grim line, his clean-shaven jaw ticking with annoyance. What would it feel like wrapped around my hard nipples that are pressed against his chest?

  My expensive white panties are now ruined.

  My brain is contemplating sex and wondering if he’s thick-muscled everywhere. I try to think of anything and everything else to get me out of this trance that he’s put me under. Suddenly I’m off my feet as he carries me like I weigh nothing and plops me in a chair with a growl.

  Before he turns to walk away, I get a glimpse of his massive bulge. Damn, is he hard? I know I’m turned on. “Think fuck-tions. Shit. I mean functions.” I totally said that out loud. In shame, my eyes move straight to the teacher. A tiny hint of a smirk comes over Mr. Stuffed Shirt’s face.

  Stuffed shirt fits him, but not in the way my sister means. Holy hell, he packs muscles into a fitted T-shirt. What kind of teacher wears a T-shirt? Someone looking for attention.

  Ugh. I’m annoyed at myself for being pathetically jealous because of a man, but I remember why I’m here. So while he’s getting ready to pass out the tests, I look for the things I need to use for the exam. I bust out the TI-84 calculator and two number two pencils with a piece of scratch paper. It’s been a long time since I took a test like this, but I’ve got this. I’m not going to let the sexy jerkface ruin it for me. My sister’s right about me; I’m a nerd and proud of it.

  As I move around, my phone makes the water droplet sound of my notifications.

  “Phones off,” the teacher growls from the large desk in the middle of the floor.

  I reach in my bag to power it down, seeing my sister’s message.

  Alexa: You never told me he was hot.

  Me: Ditto.

  Smiling, I shut it off and tuck it into my bag. Another growl comes from the teacher. Damn it, what’s his name? Whatever it is, he needs to get his throat looked at.

  He stands abruptly, stomps to the rows, and hands the first person in that row a stack of exams and then says, “Pass them back. Leave the extras on the side, I’ll go around and collect them once the test starts.”

  “If I catch any cheating, you will fail automatically.” He says that last bit in front of me. I sheepishly look up and take the papers from him, quickly dropping my eyes. He clears his throat and moves along. Seriously, he must have a cold coming.

  I do my best to ignore the attraction and focus on the test in front of me. The equations come to me quickly, and I work my ass off to finish the test as fast and as accurately as possible. I’d hate for my sister to fail because I’d been too preoccupied with the handsome professor.

  Chapter 2

  Bennet

  What the motherfucking hell is going on, and who the hell is that little thing pretending to be Alexa Mathers? I know without a doubt that something strange is going on.

  I felt a strange possessiveness over her from the second she entered the room

  What the fuck is wrong with me? I knew that my career as a professor was coming to an end, but shit, that doesn’t mean I have to go around ready to hump one of the students. I’ve never reacted to students like the way I’m responding to the new Ms. Mathers. Her long dark hair’s in a ponytail that I felt like tugging on while riding her from being.

  When Summers put his hands on her, I wanted to break every fucking finger of his and then slam his head into his desk. My dark side hasn’t come to the forefront of my thoughts in years.

  I nearly came in my pants when she fell into my arms. I only held onto her as long as I did because I didn’t want anyone to see how hard she made me. Some of these girls in this class are too eagle-eyed for their own good. Like men, when it comes to seeing tits and ass, these girls straight ogle the guys—especially in basketball shorts or joggers. Luckily, I sat her and turned on a dime, so people wouldn’t spot that my dick had the nerve to want to break through my pants.

  As a former mercenary, I’ve always been disciplined and never lusted after a woman like this. She has my attention, and I’m afraid that my will won’t last long. I want to toss her over the large black desk with the audience full of horny boys as I breed her with total abandon, so everyone knows she’s mine.

  This is Alexa’s third time taking the same class with me, although the first time, she pretty much didn’t show up and failed everything.

  I think she’s in her early twenties now, but even though she’s ten years my junior or more, I want her.

  Finally, I manage to control my raging hard-on enough to stand again, which pisses me off even more because that means the test is starting late. I’m not a man for ruining timely schedules. As I pass the exams out, I do my best to think of anything but how pink her pussy is under those jeans and if she likes older guys.

  Fuck, I nearly destroy the tests in my hand, thinking of her with another man. I’ve waited my entire life to find someone to make me feel this way. This little woman makes me want to do anything for her.

  How? I can’t figure out how I’ve known this girl two years, and not once was I remotely attracted to her. Now, I’m willing to drop to my knees and beg her to be mine. I walk around and pick up the excess of exams at the back of the room. Checking the clock, I have less than two hours to figure out this attraction before she leaves.

  My heart beats faster as she moves through the test relatively quickly for her usual. Then again, if she knows she’s going to fail the damn thing, she’s rushing through it to avoid wasting her time. I should be focusing on the class, but my eyes dart toward her every few seconds.

  Needing a distraction, I pull out my laptop. I have at least an hour before the first student finishes—usually that’s either Ben Lee or Sandra Johnson. They practically ace everything I give them and flip out if they don’t do well. It’s a little scary how freaked out they get, but I understand the need for perfection.

  I’ve perfected the art of a kill while earning a teaching degree. It’s been three years since I started at this small-town college, and although I like the quiet life, I haven’t forgotten my ways. Immediately, I think of ways to kill anyone who comes between us.

  A pencil drops onto the floor and rolls out onto the ground. I look in the direction and see it’s my little imposter and future wife. Our eyes meet, and she silently apologizes. I get up and grab it only to see her use her spare. Damn, there’s no way that’s the same girl. She actually pulled out all her supplies and extra to do the test.

  I place it on her desk while stealing a peek at her test. Hmm. She has the first problem on that page correct—little sneak. Instinct tells me that Alexa Mathers has a twin sister. An almost identical twin. Doing a cursory walk around the front of the class, I make sure no one is cheating or sleeping befor
e stealing one more look at her.

  Finally returning to my desk, I pull up the school records database and search her name. Bingo. Emergency contact: Alyssa Mathers. I take down her cell that’s listed for future use. I smile to myself until I get a whiff of something so damn edible. I look up to see Ms. Mathers standing there with her paper in hand, biting down on her bottom lip. I itch to pull her lip away with my fingers and then bite it myself.

  “I finished.”

  Tilting my head, I cock my brow and ask, “Finished? Are you sure, Ms. Mathers?”

  “Well, maybe I should look it over again.” Her eyes don’t meet mine. That pisses me off because I want to find out the color and if they’re filled with lust like they were earlier. I hadn’t missed the tension between us. I’m intrigued by this new feeling shooting through my veins.

  “You seem like a completely different student today, Ms. Mathers,” I remarked offhandedly, gauging her reaction. Her body tells me everything I need to know. Her brown eyes widen in fear, her pale pink lips part, her pulse quickens in her neck. She attempts to gather her thoughts.

  “Just eager to get over you. I mean, get this test of yours over with.” Fucking shit, she’s cute as hell acting all shy. This isn’t the same little brat with a bad attitude who made excuses for everything. This is the luscious twin sister, Alyssa. Her breasts rise and fall in nervousness, stiffening my cock, adding stress to my zipper.

  “Well, sit down and look it over,” I bite out through clench teeth and hand the test back to her. She lets out the breath she’d been holding. Maybe I just don’t want to let her go. She sits at her desk, reading through the pages absentmindedly as if she’s so sure of herself.

  Using my phone, I sit back and scroll through social media for Alyssa Mathers and come up empty-handed. She doesn’t have more than a LinkedIn account that doesn’t have a photo. I pull up Alexa Mathers on Instagram, and it’s loaded with images. After about a dozen pictures, I spot her in the background of Alexa’s selfie. Twins.