Page 17 of Teach Me Daddy

He snarls at me. “I should make you choke on my cock. Maybe it’d fix that attitude of yours. Is that what you need? Some dick to give you an adjustment?”

I hear a murderous growl coming from behind Marcus.

“I believe she made it clear she’s not interested.”

He turns, and my breath whooshes out of me when I spot Blake coming toward us.

Marcus holds up his hands while shaking his head. “Not a big deal, professor. Just a couple of kids fooling around.” He glares at me. “Isn’t that right, Maddie?”

“No, it isn’t,” I correct as I inch myself away from him. “And my name isMadison, notMaddie.” Peering past Marcus’s shoulder, I address Blake. “I was looking for a book and he cornered me. Then he wouldn’t let me go.”

“I didn’t—” Marcus starts, but Blake interrupts him.

“Shut the fuck up.” He gets in Marcus’s face, his chest puffed out and his fists clenched at his sides. I’m sure there aren’t too many professors on campus who match Marcus’s height, but Blake does. And he’s not too far off from the football player’s size either.

Oh, God. He can’t get into a fight with a student. That’ll ruin his career.

I step up behind Blake and place a hand on his upper back. “Don’t,” I caution. “He’s not worth it.”

“Get the fuck outta here,” Blake snarls. “I’d better never catch you harassing her or any other girl on this campus again.”

Marcus looks like he wants to say something else, but Blake shoots him a venomous stare and the deflated quarterback steps aside with a huff. “Whatever. Her dick-sucking skills are probably trash anyway,” Marcus mumbles before stalking away.

Blake goes after him, but I grab his wrist and pull him toward me. “Just let him go.”

We watch Marcus disappear around the corner and hear him loudly descend the stairs. We’re alone in the stacks when Blake turns to me with a concerned expression on his face. “Are you okay?” His hands grip my shoulders, then move down my arms, his eyes scanning my body for any visible injuries.

“I’m fine,” I confirm, but feel a bit shaky. “He didn’t hurt me. Just scared me a little.” I’ve never been manhandled like thatbefore, and admittedly, I’m uneasy. My thoughts are scrambled until Blake pulls me into his arms and kisses the top of my head.

His embrace grounds me, and I tilt my head back, parting my lips in silent invitation. He doesn’t hesitate to bring his mouth to mine, melting my stress away and forcing me to relax. I’m safe, just like I always am when I’m with him.

The kiss only lasts a minute, but I’m feeling better when he steps away. I can see the reluctance on his face, knowing that he doesn’t want to leave me after what just happened, but we can’t walk out of the library together. He may have narrowly escaped kicking the quarterback’s ass, but being romantically linked with your student is still a terminable offense.

He gives me another chaste kiss before we head in opposite directions. I return to my table, shoving my things into my backpack and heading out of the library. I’m stepping out into the late afternoon sunlight when I spot one of my classmates. It’s Chrissy, and she’s standing on the front steps like she’s waiting for me. When her gaze meets mine, I feel my stomach drop as a smug expression appears on her face.

What the hell does she want? Surely, she didn’t see anything. There wasn’t anyone else up there… Right?

I try to convince myself that she didn’t, that I’m worrying for nothing. But over the course of the week, I swear I spot her everywhere I go. Maybe I’m being paranoid, but it’s as if the girl is following me for some reason. It’s bad enough I have to see her prissy ass in Blake’s class, but she’s recently taken advantage of the open hours he has at the end of the day. And she always seems to be lingering in the hallway whenever I leave his office just after he’s taken me across his desk.

She’s watching me, and it’s driving me crazy. I’m constantly looking over my shoulder, even when I’m not on campus. I haven’t caught sight of her anywhere other than at school, but I can’t shake the unsettling feeling.

“I thinkshe might have seen us in the library,” I tell Blake at the end of the week. It’s Friday evening, and we're having our usual night in at his house. We’ve spent the last few hours having dinner and playing chess. I know nothing about the game, but I love letting him teach me. Now, we’re lying in bed together, after another round of spectacular sex, and I’m sharing my worries about Chrissy with him.

“That was Monday afternoon, honey. Do you really think she wouldn’t have said something by now?”

“Maybe. I don’t know.”

“Chrissy is a bitch and she’ll do anything to get her way. Believe me, I know the type.” He pulls me in closer to his side and kisses my forehead. “Besides, she’s not the sort of person who keeps quiet when she can hold something over your head for her own gain.”

“Yeah, you’re right. I know she doesn’t like me, so maybe that’s all it is.”

“She’s not going to do anything,” Blake proclaims, sounding so confident that I can’t help but believe him. “She’s a girl with a crush and if you’ve noticed her around lately, she might just be watching me, and not you.”

I giggle as I shove at his shoulder. “Not exactly humble, now are we, professor?”

“You’re the one who told me she was talking about me,” he says with a playful grin.

I flip onto my stomach, overlapping my hands on his chest and resting my chin on them. “Well, she was, and it makes me mad to even think about it.”

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