Page 3 of Cocky Professor

"If I had a puppy and anyone kicked it, I'd stab them in the throat," I said dryly. I told her about my run in—literally—with Mr D.

Her eyes widened and her plush lips formed an O. "Lucky girl. There are worse things in life than being railed by someone like him." She fanned herself. "I bet you anything he knows what to do with a woman."

"Yeah, but he's a teacher," I pointed out. Did I want her to talk me into it or out of it? I supposed I just wanted to think it through and be sure, one way or another. That meant taking everything into consideration, no matter how small a deal it was.

Okay, I might have been scared, but guys never looked at me the way he had. With actual interest that might even be genuine. Could it be, or had I imagined that because I wanted it to be true?

Fuck, I was pathetic. Lila would have had him eating out of the palm of her hand by now. Should I try to be more like her?

"He's not your teacher." Faith moved her head from side to side on her neck. "I say go for it. It's not like he's asking for your hand in marriage. He just wants to give you orgasms. And you know what I say about guys who want to give you orgasms." She nodded decisively.

"Let them?" I asked.

She pointed a perfectly manicured nail at me. "Exactly. These are orgasms we're talking about."

"I don't know, what if I turn up and he's not there?" That hadn't occurred to me until now. Once it did, the thought made my blood turn to ice.

He wouldn't be the first person in the world to set someone else up like that. He could turn up later and have a good laugh at my expense. Just because he seemed sincere didn't mean he was.

Yeah, letting my paranoia get the better of me was one of my superpowers. It comes with the territory of being a part of the Bell family. One of the most influential, and dangerous, in Australia. Call us what you want: mob, mafia, organised criminals, just don't get in our way if you like living.

My father, in particular, had a long memory and a short temper. My sister inherited both. So did I, but I kept my temper in check better than she did. Even around her. It was easier if she thought I was harmless. Maybe someday she'd lower her guard around me. If she did, I'd be right there. Ready to pounce.

"Then you get naked and sit on his desk to wait for him," Faith said as if it was the easiest thing in the world. It was exactly what she'd do.

I doubted any hot-blooded man would walk away from her if she was bare in front of him. He'd likely welcome her long legs wrapped around his waist.

"What if someone else walks in first?" I asked. "Like my sister, or…I don't know. Someone there to clean the room." That would be beyond humiliating.

"Girl, I've seen some of the cleaners around here. Getting railed by one of them wouldn't be a chore." Faith fanned herself again.

"I'm starting to think all you're concerned about is me getting laid," I said. I was concerned about that too, but I couldn't focus solely on that. I wanted to get screwed, not screwed over.

She tilted her head. "Well…how long has it been?"

"A while, I suppose," I said. A long while, if I was honest with myself. Like everything else, when it came to sex, my sister was the one the guys gravitated towards.

If they were interested in me, it was only after she turned them down flat. Like somehow I was the consolation prize. I looked like her; they could pretend I was her while they were getting their cock wet.

Yes, my therapist tells me I have self-esteem issues. Being an identical twin is difficult. Especially when you're the less popular of the two. In my eyes anyway.

"There you go then, grab the chance by the balls and ride it all the way to Bliss Town." She nodded decisively.

I laughed. "Bliss Town?"

"Orgasm Central. Fuckville. Pleasureland. Pussy?—"

I waved my hand at her. "Okay, I get it. I'll think about it. Tomorrow, I'll decide what I'm going to do. Or not do." My clit was sad at the idea of not doing Dane DiMarco. My brain, on the other hand, was going to continue to be cautious.

The best that could happen was orgasms.

The worst was that I would have to leave Brutham. I could attend a university where I could study what I actually wanted to study. Not what my father pushed me and my sister into. I’d let him because I couldn't let my sister get the better of me that easily.

If our father taught us anything, it was to never back down, give up on anything. At the risk of being punished. We'd learnt that lesson from an early age. Dad's lessons were harsh and they'd stuck with me. He wouldn't react well if I dropped out, or got kicked out.

No, caution was the best way to go, for now.

CHAPTER 2

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