Page 10 of Rolling with my Professors

Why would she be in my house? She’s not dating my son anymore. Why is Rutherford naked? Did she just call him Daddy? It’s all happening so fast, one more step forward changes the angle I can see in the glass sliding doors.

Mila’s been in my house countless times.

But. Never. Naked. And never calling anyone Daddy.

Okay, I might actually be wrong about that. I don’t know what she and Josh did. Jealousy rages the instant the thought forms, just as it did every single time she came over to see him.

Our eyes lock, meaning I find the decency not to stare at her body. I don’t have to. Every curve has already embedded itself into my memory.

Rutherford throws a towel her direction, breaking the stalemate.

“Daddy?” Why the fuck is that the first thing my brain chooses to verbalize?

I try to storm inside, but Rutherford grabs my arm. He turns to her and softens his voice. “I’ll take care of this, Little One.”

Hell no! He didn’t just call her ‘Little One’. This has to be a nightmare.

Mila wraps the towel around her body and stays in place. My cock is shamelessly hard. This is wrong on so many levels.

Rutherford pushes me backward and steps onto the back porch, sliding the door shut.

One more glance Mila’s direction allows me to confirm that I didn’t hallucinate. “Why is she—put a damn towel over that.” I motion toward his cock.

Rutherford wraps the towel he’s still holding around his waist.

“Why is the one student who’s the absolutely most off limits standing in my house naked?”

Rutherford combs his fingers through his hair and looks over his shoulder at her. “If it amounted to anything, we were going to tell you when you got back.”

“We could lose our jobs. She could get kicked out of the nursing program. I could lose any chance of ever talking to my son again.” I could sink my dick into Mila and fuck her until she screamed. A lot of conflicted thoughts race through my mind.

I’m seeing red. For all the wrong reasons.

Stepping backward, I give myself room to breathe. “You crossed a line.”

“She’s worth it.”

“Out of every woman you could bring here… Why her?”

The memory of her rosy nipples shouldn’t be in my mind. Nor should the gentle curves of her waists and hips. Or that sweet little bush that I could tell was wet from out here. Fuck. A father should never see his son’s girlfriend naked.

Even after they break up.

Rutherford’s rubbing his hands over his face. He better tell me the truth.

How the hell can I stand in front of the lecture hall and think of anything but her perfection? This is why professors and students aren’t allowed to fuck. I suppose there are other reasons.

How could he do this to our friendship? I need clarity. “Why her?”

“I’ll move out.”

Determination strikes down any possibility they considered this a one-time thing.

“That’s not what I asked.”

“I can’t give you an answer you’ll understand. There’s just something about her. I’ve always had a thing for Mila. She’s smart and playful and ki—”

My fists ball, but I relax my hands and shake them out. “Tell me something I don’t know. Something I didn’t know years before you figured it out.”

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