<p>The first time I met Caine West was in a bar.<br />
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He noticed me looking his way and mistakenly read my scowling as checking him out.<br />
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When he attempted to talk to me, I set him straight―telling him what I thought of his lying, cheating, egomaniacal ass.<br />
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You see, the gorgeous jerk had wined and dined my best friend-smooth talking her into his bed, all along failing to mention that he was married.<br />
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He deserved every bit of my tongue-lashing and more for what he&#39;d done.<br />
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Especially when that lazy smile graced his perfect face in response to my rant.<br />
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Only it turned out, the man I&#39;d just told off wasn&#39;t the right guy.<br />
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Oops. My mistake.<br />
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Embarrassed, I slunk out without an apology.<br />
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I was never going to see the handsome stranger again anyway, right?<br />
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That&#39;s what I thought...until I walked into class the next morning.<br />
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Well, hello Professor West, I&#39;m your new teaching assistant.<br />
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I&#39;ll be working under you...figuratively speaking.<br />
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Although the literal interpretation might not be such a bad thing―working under Professor West.<br />
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This was going to be interesting...</p>