Page 15 of Emily: Hello Kitten

“I’d believe that ifyou hadn’t texted him last night.”

“I didn’t.” I sigh. “I’m not having this argument again,” I hiss, jerking the door open while claiming the last dress I tried on. “He texted me, and I’m just…”

“Letting him do it even though it could get him fired. Yeah, clearly, a lot of backbone there.”

I wish she could just listen to me and see that I’m trying. I have no idea how he wormed his way into my mind, why I can’t erase him. But the thing that scares me the most is that it seems I don’t want to forget. Even now as I try my best to convince Beth nothing will ever happen again, all I want to do is grab my phone and text him or go see him. It shouldn’t be like this, not after a night of sex and maybe two conversations.

Besides, I should be concerned with what he did last night, since he shouldn’t be so attached after just one night of fun, but somehow, I want him to do it again.

“I’ll deal with it,” I insist.

“What do you guys think of this?” Danielle asks, running up with a shimmery pink dress. She pouts. “You aren’t trying on any more?”

I smile and shake my head. “No, but that’s really cute.”

“Then you have to get it,” she says to me, shoving it in my arms. “You’ll look hot and wedding appropriate either way now.”

I smile and buy the dresses, and we get lunch. It’s easy. We don’t talk about me. We pretend everything is fine.

I always said I didn’t want a serious relationship in college, but now… if it means being with Adrian, I’m not entirely sure it would be terrible.

Why the hell does he have to be my professor?

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Class is Hell. I knew that my first semester in college, but seeing Adrian teach with so much passion, any time he leans against his desk and looks at me, not to mention Beth fuming and watching me instead of him, it’s actual Hell.

Especially since the text he sent me at the start of class.

You look beautiful, Kitten.

His words send heat swirling in my stomach, my thighs clenching as he stares at me with those haunting eyes.

I want to touch him. I want his hands on me. I can imagine position after position right here. He could bend me over the desk and plow me from behind. He could have me spread eagle on his desk. He could sit at his desk while presenting while I’m under it blowing him.

He could put me on top of the table I share with Beth and eat me out. The whole class, I picture him lecturing to me alonewhile fucking me against the wall, the floor, his desk, even the window looking over campus.

His hot voice in my ear as he manhandles me into whatever position he wants.

Dammit, how is he doing this? For fuck’s sake, shake it off.

The judgment radiating from my best friend when she has to shove me to make me focus kills every fantasy before I can get so worked up, I need to leave.

My phone vibrates again, and I groan, already knowing who it is as Adrian seems very good at multitasking.

What color is your dress for the wedding? For my tie.

No, no, no, he’s not coming! How can I make it clearer to him? He’s not coming. We’re not together. We can’t be.

By the time class is over, I’m exhausted from my mental gymnastics and know I have to talk to Adrian and really get it into his head that he’s not coming.

Clearly, I have to get coffee before my next class. Maybe even a snack to count as breakfast.

I have another class in an hour and I don’t know if I’ll be able to focus on class at all if I’m worried about how Adrian is dealing with things. I try to take my time putting my laptop and notebook into my backpack.

“I love you, but you have to take care of this,” Beth snaps.

“Yeah, but…” I trail off when I see Adrian watching me with his ‘warning’ face. He’s expecting the worst and easily dismissing other students with simple answers.

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