Page 13 of Forbidden Obsession

Her words died. “Unless…” She shook her head. “No way.”

Sofia grabbed her wrist. “You’re not thinking who I’m thinking, are you?”

“I most certainly am.”

I chuckled. “How would you know each other’s thoughts unless you have some psychic capabilities you haven’t told me about?”

“This would be new to me, too,” Alice added.

Alice and I glanced at each other, then back to Emma and Sofia.

“We just know,” Sofia said.

I was convinced Sofia was more excited about that than Emma, and it was my observation that Sofia would agree with whatever Emma said she thought.

“I’ve decided not to guess in case I’m wrong,” Emma said finally. “You know I don’t like being wrong.”

I chuckled. “I never said I had someone in mind. But there are some cute professors at the school.” I shrugged. “I just wondered if you three had ever considered seducing one.”

“No, you said fuckin’. Seducing and fuckin’ are two different things, honey.”

I laughed at Alice. “How are they different?”

“Seducing is the foreplay to fuckin’. Fuckin’ is fuckin’.”

They all laughed, and I nodded in agreement. “Okay, you’ve got me there.”

I lifted a fork and butter knife and cut into my pancake. I hadn’t touched my food since we got out here, mainly because my focus was in one direction only—with Professor Lucas, Dominic, or whatever he wanted me to call him.

A part of me wanted to tell the girls what led me to the question. I hadn’t told them about the incident in his office, library, or club. And while they were there with me last night, all three of them had been in the ladies’ room when Dominic had appeared. By the time they came out, we were both gone, but they were so busy partying they’d yet to ask me where I disappeared to.

“I haven’t thought much about the professors since Ethan Lancaster has my undivided attention!” Sofia shouted. She lifted her arms in the air, threw her head back, her curly blonde, shoulder length hair dropping down her back when she closed her eyes. A sigh slipped from her lips, and she shivered.

“That man is so gorgeous.”

“Don’t date him,” I said.

She gasped and turned surprised eyes at me. “Why not?”

“Come on, Sofia,” Alice moaned. “Everyone knows Ethan is a whore hopper.”

Her face scrunched, and she dropped her hands. “Did you just call me a whore?”

Alice shook her head. “No. Absolutely not. Why would I do that?”

Sofia peered at her. “Well, why would you say that?”

“Because Ethan’s a whore.”

I held back a laugh because the more truth Alice spoke, the more frustration settled on Sofia’s face. I hated that for her. She deserved better.

“Ethan is a plaything. Don’t take him seriously,” Emma advised.

Sofia gawked. “Not you too.”

Emma stroked her arm and nodded. “You know we love you, so if we’re telling you this, it’s not because we don’t want to see you happy. If you must give Ethan some attention, make him work for your pussy because once he gets it, he’s gone.”

“Do you really think he would do me like that?”

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