Page 69 of Hello Kitten

“And I know he can fuck me harder,” I say with a laugh.

“Mmm, considering the sticky note you left on your essay, maybe I should swat your ass. Then again, since you got an A, maybe I should reward you,” he muses.

“I do really like your rewards,” I hum. “Especially if that reward means coming to get me and taking me away for the weekend.”

“Are youtemptingme, kitten?” he rumbles.

“Tempting you would be telling you I’m only wearing a towel in my dorm room with all the windows open,” I purr. “And just hearing your voice makes me want to touch myself.”

“Don’t you dare, kitten. You touch yourself and you don’t get to come until school starts again,” he snaps.

“You wouldn’t be able to resist,” I sigh, then give an over the top porn-style moan.

He groans. “Even a fake moan in your voice sounds good. Pack a bag. You’re not leaving my house until Friday at the earliest.”

“How long do I have?”

“As long as it takes me to drive there,” he says sharply before hanging up.

I chuckle and hurry. I pack a bag quickly, then pull on a sweater and leggings without bothering with underwear. By the time I’m ready with my basics and things I might need, it’s been more than fifteen minutes. I know the drive between our houses isn’t that long.

Walking outside, I wait for him to show. As soon as his car pulls up, I start walking forward until a whistle distracts me. My sister waves her arm high, then skips over. “Emily!”

At least three students look over. The opposite of what we need. But Adrian doesn’t move from his spot. I consider putting my shit in and hurrying off, but I know Sarah. She’ll follow.

Swallowing, I force a smile and accept her hug. She giggles. “Come on, we are going to have fun for break.”

“Aren’t you on your honeymoon?” I ask softly.

“We had a nice three week honeymoon, that was more than enough. We were both itching to get back to work,” she waves off. “Where’s your sweet—”

“He’s waiting for me,” I say. “I said I wasn’t coming home.”

“I know. I was sent to change your mind. Come. Mom and dad will behave. You can even bring your boyfriend. Prove our parents wrong. Show them—”

“Please, Sarah,” I insist.

“Why are you being all weird?” she asks.

I glance around again and pat Adrian’s car twice. I don’t want him to get out. I don’t want him to put himself at risk when other students are still looking over.

“I don’t want all this attention on me, and Idon’twant to go home. I made that clear. I love you, Sarah, but I saw everyone at your wedding, and nothing has changed.”

“Emmy,” she says softly. “Is this because of what mom was saying about Adrian?”

“Adrian?” someone chirps close by. “Wait, like Professor Adrian?”

“Are we talking to you?” I snarl.

The girl rolls her eyes.

“He’s not the only Adrian in the world,” I hiss.

“Sure. Pathetic.” She flips her hair, but when she uses some pouting mewling voice to mock me, I recognize her as the girl who hit on Adrian.

My sister stares me down I glance at the car. “I have to go.”

She grabs my arm and I see her on her phone. She pauses, swallows, then looks at the car before turning and showing me the picture of “Dr. Adrian Hayes” at this university. I pull out my own phone and call Adrian.

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