Page 94 of Forbidden Professor

“Well, it’s important to find a partner that knows how to please you.”

It feels like my cheeks are downright bursting into flames.

“But you look pretty fucking satiated, so I’m gonna say yes.”

“You’re terrible,” I say. She’ll never get a confession out of me.

“Well, I got laid three times since I’ve seen you and I don’t think I look as happy as you do.”

“I’m happy for you!” I laugh.

“Right,” she scoffs. “Where the fuck is Professor Hottie?”

She gestures to the lock door. I look at my phone and see it’s five minutes since time for class to start and Carter still hasn’t texted me back.

“I don’t know,” I mumble. Where the fuck IS Professor Hottie, I wonder? He was still sleeping this morning, but I’d assumed he’d just get himself up on time.

My stomach flipped with anxiety.

What if he’d gotten fired? Had he told admin about us already? Suddenly, I felt very paranoid. Maybe I shouldn’t be here.

“Maybe he got caught in traffic or something.”

People were getting antsy now. Some were gathering their things and eyeing the building’s exit. Annoyance trickled across their faces.

“How long should we wait?” Vi asks.

“I don’t know.”

She shrugged. “Whatever. I’m bailing. I was only here to see what pants Professor Hottie was wearing today anyway.”

Her words irritated me, but I did my best not to show it. When she stood up and picked up her bag, I gave her a quick wave. She was just turning to walk away when a bespectacled woman came rushing down the hallway towards us. She held an outstretched key in her hand and looked entirely flustered.

“Sorry, sorry, everybody!” She muttered as she hurried to Carter’s classroom door. “There’s been a change in faculty and we’re all scrambling a little to right the ship.”

“What happened?” Vi asks.

“You’re going to have a new professor for this class. I’m not sure who it will be, but I’m subbing in the meantime. I’m Dr. Davenport.”

“Why?” Vi asks.

“I’m not able to disclose that information, unfortunately.”

The student standing next to me smirks, and says loudly, “I heard he was banging a student.”

“Again?” someone else asks.

“Right? These professors can’t keep it in their pants, huh?”

“Well, at least this professor was hot,” Vi says, laughing. “I mean, hell, I would have hit that.”

They all laugh at their own jokes while I’m frozen with fear. My heart sinks in my chest. My knees are weak.

The worst has happened. Well, maybe. Was Carter fired or just moved?

And why the hell hasn’t he texted me back?

“I, uh…I gotta go,” I mutter, grabbing my backpack and rushing down the hallway. I know it looks bad. So much for discretion. But fuck it.

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