El profe sexy.

El profe sexy.

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Ella es una simple estudiante universitaria fascinada por la filosofía y la mitología griega. Su pasado no es nada lindo: abandonada a los 6 años junto a su hermano mellizo a jurado jamas enamorarse ni querer a nadie como lo hace con su hermano. Pero las cosas cambian cuando ingresa a su clase de filosofía en la universidad, allí conoce al profesor De Luque y hombre que, a pesar de ser tan joven, es uno de los mejores profesores de filosofía de la universidad. A partir del primer momento en el que se ven existe una conexión entre ellos. Ella es arrogante, orgullosa y muy competitiva. Él es exigente, orgulloso y muy pero muy sexy. Una relación de Alumna-Profesor sera imposible entre ellos, la tensión sexual que existe entre ambos es muy fuerte, pero ¿Es solo atracción física? ¿Ahí sentimiento involucrados?. Él la hace querer contarle su maldito pasado que solo ella y su hermano saben, El Profesor lograra cruzar las barreras que ella a impuesto con los años pero ¿ella permitirá que también entre en su corazón?.
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