Page 4 of Rolling with my Professors

I dart my eyes to the ground. “No.”

“I get it…” He shakes his head. “You’d rather just show up. I don’t mind doing all of the work. Are you a party-hard girl, or would a quiet, intimate gathering be more your style?” He manages to give the polar opposite options without making either sound bad.

The Aubergine Affair is a safe space. No one can talk about what happens here. And no one would give a second thought to a conversation. I go for it, having fun with the dare even though I’m still scoring my actual chances with Professor Rutherford at zero.

I’ll deal with the aching, electrical zings going through my body at home.

It’s crazy to realize I never felt like this with boyfriend. But even if we were never able to mentally get out of the friend zone, he should have broken up with me, not ghosted me.

Here’s my chance to practice having fun. I offer a tease. “I’ve never partied with anyone else, but I think I’d like it.”

Rutherford’s lips slide into a smile. His fingers wrap around mine, which makes the room sway again. In nothing less than a skilled dance move, he spins me, landing my back against his chest with his arm wrapped securely around my waist.

Swoon.

Any part of my body that somehow hadn’t been turned on already is now a raging five-alarm fire. In my entire time as a student, cumulative since preschool, I haven’t had as much contact with a teacher as I’m having right now.

I’ve also never been so certain that this is the man I want to teach me about sex. Josh couldn’t have done that spin on his best of days. Then again… Who’s Josh?

And last semester’s anatomy class isn’t necessary to understand what the rock-hard length pressing into my backside is. Again, the textbooks don’t do reality justice. Even with my ass, I can tell that my professor’s erection is way harder than the educational information lets on.

Professor Rutherford’s lips brush against my hair. “Never?”

Never what? It takes a second for me to remember that I said I’ve never partied with anyone. “Only solo soirees for this girl.”

Dang it, that sounds goofy, but silliness might be the only thing keeping me from combusting.

He cups my shoulders. “If I invited you to party, would you come?”

Dare I try a little more humor? “As many times as I could.”

His laugh rumbles from his chest against my back. His grip tightens as he trails his hands down my arms and laces his fingers with mine. That has me riding quite a high, then he leads my hands to my center, stopping in front of my sex.

A gentle nudge with his finger sends electricity shooting from my clit. Textbooks don’t explain that properly.

Someone steps in front of us. For a split second, I expect the intruder to continue past, but I recognize the patches on the leather jacket. The tight t-shirt gives me a better view of the curves of his chest than his classroom attire. More of what I used to see every time I visited his son.

The stern, disapproving expression on Professor Sterling’s face serves as a giant firehose dousing my inferno. He’s like a father figure to me, and I’ve never seen him so upset.

I wiggle to free myself from Rutherford’s embrace but he tightens his grip.

“I should go,” I say, loudly enough a few heads turn. It’s clear they will support me if he doesn’t understand that no means no.

Rutherford releases me. I don’t stick around to get chastised by my ex’s dad. Sterling and Rutherford are like brothers, they’ll deal with each other. But that makes Rutherford like an uncle. Yuck. Time to get rid of that analogy.

They’re my professors, and I’m just a horny coed. Great.

I’m out the door and don’t text Belova that I’ve left until I’m safely inside my car.

Chapter 3

Rutherford

Flipping a pen through my fingers, I stare out my office window. The student parking lot has never occupied so much of my attention. Mila’s car is still here. It’s not a good reason for me to work late, but it’s a reason.

I’ve agonized over what to do about the connection I experienced with her. Do I listen to Sterling’s words of caution or be grateful Mila’s not my son’s ex? It’s not just that Victor’s my roommate. We’re tight. But he’s too reserved sometimes. Most of the time.

I might have to pursue whatever I’ve got with Mila, and if something’s there, I’ll figure out how to break it to Vic.

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