I have one more class before I can graduate, and then I am done! Easy! Facil! Right? Wrong! When I walk into my Advanced Spanish class, my poor little virgin heart has no idea what’s going on as it goes ram-pam-pam against my ribcage. One look at Professor Caliente, I mean Professor Calderon, and my soul is set on fuego! Staying after class and visiting him during office hours make me feel dirtier and more satisfied than ever before. This walking, living embodiment of tall, dark, and spicy man is driving me crazy with every look and touch. And it leaves me wanting more. He is older and I should know better. We don’t have a future, but why won’t my heart listen? This can only be a secret fling. Right?