Professor Derrick Kemper had a problem. A problem with long honey-blond hair and hypnotic cobalt-blue eyes. A problem that was currently sitting in the back row of his lecture hall, sucking absentmindedly on a cherry Blow Pop. He’d thought the candy would be a nice gesture, one that would placate his students. It was, after all, Halloween, and he knew they’d be restless—ready for a night of revealing costumes and cheap bo...