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Satin and Pearls by Lauren Landish Read Online (FREE)

Satin and Pearls by Lauren Landish Read Online

Read Satin and Pearls (The Virgin Diaries, #1) by Lauren Landish full novel online for free here.


Diary Entry, March 4th

Dear Diary,

I have a confession to make. I hate my math professor, Connor Daniels.

From the moment he walked into class, he’s been a thorn in my side, constantly irritating and annoying me as he teaches. Arrogant doesn’t even begin to describe him, and it burns me how he expects all of us to be just as perfect as he is, pushing us to do better, learn faster, be more like him. I get that teachers are supposed to challenge their students, but he’s such a . . .

He’s a dick.

Cocky. Big-headed. Egotistical.

So why can’t I stop fantasizing about him? Standing up there in his tight jeans, his bulge practically flaunted in my face. I picture the victorious way he’d smirk as he bent me over the desk, flipping my skirt up and taking me. Like it was inevitable.

But here’s the thing . . .

I don’t want him to just take my body, or my virginity.

I want him to teach me . . . everything.



“That asshole!” I seethe, blindly stabbing my way through a chunk of iceberg lettuce while staring at the paper in front of me. Arianna, my best friend and dormie, nods as she shoves a cherry tomato into her mouth, letting me continue my rant. “I spent all weekend busting my butt on this, double-checked it all, and he still gave me a C! A freaking C!”

“Let me see,” Arianna says, mouth still full as she snatches the paper from my hands. She stares at my paper for a bit, then shakes her head. “Seriously, a point off for not closing a parenthesis at the end of an equation, and you got the right answer? That man has it in for you.”

I can’t answer for a moment as I chew crunchily. “He’s an asshole,” I repeat when I can finally form words again.

“Mmm, but what an ass,” Arianna jokes, miming spanking the air in front of her like it’s Professor Daniels’s butt. The bad thing is she’s right. He’s like the prettiest gift under the Christmas tree, all sexy and smart, but when you open it, wah-wah . . . the most frustrating personality.

“What?” I gasp. “Did you really just say that?”

Arianna, who’s the sort where you’re not sure whether she’s joking or not, nods. “Well, he’s hot as hell. I’m jelly, girl. If there’s anyone who can make math interesting, it’s that man. I’d be studying more than I have my entire life and asking for after-hours help!”

I open my lips to object but close my mouth. The fact is, Ari’s right. Professor Daniels is the hottest professor—check that, the hottest man on campus. And I haven’t told her about how I fantasize about him almost every night. I can’t. It’d be impossible to explain how I can both hate him and lust after him, all at the same time. I don’t even understand it myself.