Page 43 of Bad Professor

Dexter

It’s not the worst thing I’ve done, but it’s probably a bad idea. Still, I’ve made the decision and now I have to stick with it.

And I really want to see Tilly again.

I pick a small pub near Tilly’s house that we both know. “Drinks,” I say. “And we’ll see how it goes.”

I already know I’ll want to do more than just share a drink with her, but I’m not about to scare her.

We agree on seven tonight, and then I watch her walk away.

I’ve had one serious relationship with a woman who I didn’t meet in a classroom.

I met Anya at a university party. She was pre-med and didn’t understand my love of words. I didn’t understand how she liked to cut things open. But she had a self-confidence that was a turn-on, plus she smelled amazing and kissed me like no one ever had before.

The sex was amazing, and for eight months it overshadowed the little we had in common.

My first date with her was the only time I’ve felt this nervous.

I’m early to meet Tilly—twenty minutes early because I suspect Tilly is also the type to be early to things, and I hate the thought of her sitting along at a table waiting for me.

I’m also afraid if I’m late, she won’t wait around.

We picked a pub closer to her place and nowhere near the university. The last thing I want is for one of my students to wander in and see me with Tilly.

We agreed to one drink, and then we’d see what happened.

If someone sees us together, it can be easily explained, unless someone picks up on my reaction to Tilly. My constant need to be close, to touch her. Being in my office was horrible—all I wanted was to throw her down on my desk, on top of the papers and books, and fuck her senseless.

I want to do other things to her as well, but spreading her out on my desk, legs wide, me standing between them, was all I could think about at the moment. It was everything I could do to keep the conversation going.

I’m glad she didn’t show up to my office wearing the dress she had on in class or I wouldn’t have been able to bear it.

And I can bear it. I have the willpower to wait for consent, to hold off on making a move until I know it’s going to be reciprocated. But once I know for sure it is—

That’s why I’ve slept with three of my students. Yes, there have been more, but those three are the most important ones. My willpower can only last so long. When I know a woman wants me as much as I want her, I don’t want to wait.

I’m going to have to wait with Tilly because I don’t know what she wants. I think one thing and then remember that she didn’t bother to text me back after some really amazing sex.

Maybe she’s not interested.

I got one thing right about Tilly—she arrives at five to seven. She likes being early.

I watch the hostess lead her across the floor to where I wait in a booth. I see the moment she catches sight of me sitting there, the way her face lights up in a smile.

That really gives me a sign like she’s interested. Almost as much as I am.

She’s changed out of the jeans and pink shirt into a dress; this one is green and does amazing things to her eyes, turning the blue into more of a turquoise, like the shade of the ocean.

The deep V neckline also does amazing things to her body. I can’t help that my gaze slides right down that V, and my hands want to follow.

I want to worship those breasts with my hands and my mouth. I didn’t get enough of her the other night.

There’s no way I’m going to be satisfied with just one drink. How could I have ever thought another chance with Tilly was a bad idea?

Because it is a bad idea. As beautiful as Tilly is, she is still one of my students.

This is a very bad idea.

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