Page 12 of Cocky Professor

"You do," I agreed. "I think you should do whatever makes you happy. You might finish your degree and decide to do something different. Work for a Fortune five hundred company, or set up your own. You might be a billionaire by the time you're thirty." If anyone could, she could.

"I don't see why I can't be a billionaire and a queen," she said with a smile. "A girl has to have ambition."

"You'll have men lined up outside your door," I said. "You could take your pick." She already could. If anyone was going to turn the head of a prince, it would be Faith. If they didn't look at her, there was clearly something wrong with them.

"Which brings us back to Mr D," she said. "Are you going to do it? And by it, I mean that in every sense of the word." She wiggled her shapely eyebrows at me. "You are, aren't you? If only to have a good fuck."

"You know there's more to life than sex, right?" I asked.

She pressed a hand to her chest, over her heart. "There is? Tell me more."

I rolled my eyes at her.

She laughed and lowered her hand. "I know there is, but we're young and single and should enjoy ourselves. And, let's face it, if we were old and taken, we should still enjoy ourselves. Life is too short to be with someone who doesn't have a clue how to make a woman feel good. Which is why you should try before you buy." She pointed her finger in the direction of my nose.

"I wasn't planning on buying him," I said.

"But you want to own him," she stated. "I see it on your face that you do."

I glanced over to her mirror and patted my cheek. "I don't see it."

"I did," she assured me. "Because you do."

"I don't think anyone owns someone like him," I said. I could imagine being owned by him. In the bedroom, anyway.

I liked the way he dominated me in his office. I would have done whatever he told me to do. We both knew it and we both liked it. But there were times I wanted to be the dominant one. I sensed he'd be only too happy to comply if I got bossy. That was a theory I'd have to test before I made any firm decisions. So to speak.

"I can almost hear you thinking," Faith said. "Were they dirty thoughts?"

"Actually, I was thinking about next week's exam," I lied. "You know, the business law one. The one we're supposed to be studying for."

The teacher for that subject was almost as hot as Dane, but he actually seemed to enjoy his job. Too much, when it came to giving out work. And marking it. He was also one of those who wouldn't be bribed with money or a blowjob, unfortunately. Most of the teachers here were more reasonable. This one actually made us work.

Faith groaned. "I was right, you were thinking dirty thoughts. What could be more dirty than studying for an exam?"

I laughed. "If you want to impress your prince, you need to put in the work."

"I need that on a T-shirt," she said. "Fine, let me get my notes. If we're going to do this, we might as well do it properly."

"That's what she said," I said with a smile.

Faith laughed. "That's what I keep saying." She picked up her water bottle from beside her bed and toasted me. "Here's to men who know how to get us off and want to keep doing it, several times a day, until we're old and grey."

I returned her toast with my hand curled around an imaginary cup. "Never settle for less."

"Never ever," she agreed.

"Not even if he's a prince," I added.

She lowered her water bottle. "That would be a conundrum. A prince who was useless in bed. You know what, I think I'm going to cross that bridge when I get to it. I can always teach him."

I grabbed up my notepad and pen and placed them on my leg. "That's the spirit. And if you can't, there are always vibrators."

"Thank fuck for vibrators," she agreed. "One of the world's great inventions. Without them, we'd all have blue clits."

I snorted. "Yes, we would. Thank fuck for whoever invented them. Not all heroes wear capes."

We both laughed, then sighed before getting down to work.

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