Page 7 of Professor Obsessed

CHASE

There was no way she was going to go out with Anna. I paced across the room, irritation climbing up my spine in tingles. Anna may have been her only friend, but she didn’t need that any longer now that I was in her life.

She had me to focus on.

Once she handed over her phone to exchange numbers, I downloaded an app that allowed me to see all of her messages. The app even let me respond and delete as I saw fit. I would be canceling those plans, she was going to spend her Saturday afternoon with me, and her Saturday night underneath me.

A glance through her and Anna’s messages told me they were to meet up here in the city. They were going to hang out at Point State Park and then get dinner.

Emma hadn’t responded in hours, leaving me stewing in irritation that she dared to make plans after getting so thoroughly fucked by me. She was asleep, which was the perfect time for me to cancel the plans and delete the messages before she had a clue.

E: hey girl, I’m not feeling well tonight, gonna rest for the day tomorrow.

I deleted the hastily typed-out message, hoping that Anna was a night owl and maybe she’d respond and I could delete the message before Emma woke. I paced more, unable to sit still. Unable to contain my excitement. It had been over a year since I had a new toy to play with.

I loved Emma. I loved her fragile demeanor. The way she kept mostly to herself, choosing to be alone over running the street like most women her age. But my favorite thing about her was her loneliness. She barely spoke to her family, and what little family she did have, lived hours away.

No one would notice or miss her, should she disappear.

Paranoid, I rechecked the app and praised the Gods above that Anna had indeed responded.

A: aw sorry to hear that, get some rest I’ll see you Monday

Perfect.

I glanced at the wall-turned collage in my home study, taking in the various photos and news reports. Maybe this time I wouldn’t have to run. It got exhausting constantly outsmarting everyone around me, it was easy, just tiresome.

“Now wouldn’t that be something,” I said out loud, fingering the photograph of the brunette beauty pinned to my wall, “If Emma turned out to be the one.”

7

EMMA

The sun beamed down on me making my skin slick with sweat. I sat near the fountain feeling the rushes and splashing of the water as it shot into the air. The iridescent rainbow look of it shimmered as the sprays radiated outwards.

Where was she? I wondered as I looked around the park. People were everywhere; couples with dogs and strollers walked the paths, traffic horns blared as the Fort Pitt Bridge filled with the onslaught of people exiting and entering the city of Pittsburgh. So many people, but none of them Anna.

I checked my phone for the time, it had been almost an hour. Anna was the prompt one, after a few moments of contemplating I decided to give her a call. My finger hovered over the dial button, “Is this spot taken?”

Startled, I nearly dropped my phone, “Oh God, Chase,” I laughed looking up at him, the sun blinding me, “I didn’t hear you walk up to me. What’re you doing here?” My hand was pressed to my chest to calm my racing heart.

He wore a white button-up, rolled up to the elbows, and black slacks. He looked hot and straight out of one of my fantasies. And believe me, I had many about Chase Lowe.

He leaned down taking a seat on the picnic blanket I’d spread out, “Sorry to startle you,” he leaned in taking my lips with his. His kiss was scorching like the summer afternoon, “but you never have to be afraid of me sweet kitten, I’d never let anything bad happen to you.”

His voice made my pussy flutter, if I wasn’t careful I was going to soak through my light wash shorts.

“There you go with that blush,” Chase whispered, kissing me again, his hands cupped my face, “makes me want to stuff that pretty little mouth full.”

His dirty implication made me shift, clenching my thighs together, “You sure know how to get a girl going.”

“And get her off.”

I laughed, “Seriously, what’re you doing here? Are you meeting someone?”

“Who would I be meeting? I have you,” his expression darkened as he spoke the words, his finger stroked my cheek making its way down the column of my throat. He gripped it possessively, “What does it matter why I’m here, you should be happy to see me.”

“Of course I am, it’s just that I was supposed to meet Anna but she hasn’t shown up yet, I was about to call her when you got here,” I fidgeted with the distressed ends of my shorts, “I really should check and make sure everything is okay.”

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