Page 2 of Forbidden Valentine

“Good job today, Mila,” Professor Vega says casually as he starts to straighten up the room.

“For finding the clit?” I laugh. “I did not need a textbook for that, but thank you. You make a good teacher.”

“So, I have been told,” he remarks with a smirk. My face heats with a blush, so I turn back to gather my stuff. “Ready for the anatomy test?”

“Uhm… yeah,” I say.

“That didn’t sound very confident,” he laughs. “What are you struggling with?”

Professor Gunner Vega is young, fit, hot, and single. I would bend over his desk in the blink of a fucking eye if he told me to. He is asking a serious question, but the truthful answer is that I am struggling to remember the various parts of the penis. How do I tell my hot as fuck teacher that I need help studying dick?

“Uhm,” I laugh.

“Come on. Spit it out,” he says.

“I… am just struggling to remember the technical names for the parts of the… male genitalia,” I say carefully.

“We can certainly go over it. Do you have plans?” he asks.

“What?!”

“Do you have plans? You look like you would rather leave,” he says.

“Oh… I have a date… a blind date… that I will happily skip to learn the distinct parts of the dick with you,” I say. When he laughs, my face goes white, and I am horrified that I just saidthat. “You know… I think I will just fail. Forget that just came out of my mouth.”

“Relax, Mila. I knew what you meant,” he says warmly. “Get with me after class on Monday and we can go over it, okay?”

“Right,” I say. “I’d rather have that conversation with you than Veronica, anyway.”

“Have fun on your date, Ms. Hart,” he says, his tone a bit more bitter when speaking about my date.

“Mmm. Unlikely. I have texted with him once and he sounds like the type you shouldn’t turn your back on,” I say as I walk to the door.

“I’m sorry?” he remarks. “What do you mean?”

“I just mean I have texted with him once, and he sounds like a creep. I am a terrible judge of character over text, so I will at least go to see if I am right,” I shrug.

“What restaurant?” he asks.

“Ollie’s,” I say. “Why?”

“I am meeting a friend down the road from there. The after-hours number is my cell. Call me if you need a ride back to the dorms, okay?” he says.

“I appreciate that,” I smile.

I leave the room and slowly make my way to my dorm. I graduate in a few months with a bachelor’s degree in psychology. I have loved attending St. Valentines University. Colorado gets ridiculously cold in the winter, but I love it here. I am considering settling here since I have spent the last four years here anyhow. The university is styled from the old Victorian era and has been here for a long time. It is like a giant castle, but it’s full of horny college students. I got lucky enough not to share a room with anyone this year, so I am far more comfortable than I have been previously. Nothing worse than a loud and annoying roommate that you do not have a good relationship with.

This campus. These people. I know there are things that go on here that are not exactly… holy. There are rumors and whispers of cults and even ghosts. There is an old ghost story that gets passed around that the founders of the school murdered their wives, only for them to then haunt the school. Some say there are reports of flickering lights and even books falling off shelves, but I have never witnessed it myself. I do my best to steer clear of nonsense and focus on my studies. I don’t get involved with sororities, sports, clubs, or anything that doesn’t fit into my degree. I came here for a reason, and I’m determined to not let anything distract me. That doesn’t stop me from hearing the rumors, though. When the dean’s niece went missing, there was a lot of speculation about what might have happened.

I have dated on occasion, but I focus on my studies for the most part. That does not stop me from going to an occasional party when I am free and hooking up, but I almost always come back disappointed and hung over. It is not worth my time when no one is willing to put in the effort. This time, I was conned into a blind date with a friend of a friend. Riley is not exactly my best friend, but I do not hate her. She introduces me to the worstpeople, so I do not expect this to go any different from anyone else she has tried to set me up with.

Chapter Two

No matter what theresult is tonight, I am going to dress for me. I put on my favorite red dress. It is form-fitting but stretchy, so it is comfortable. It dips down in the front and comes almost to my knees. I pull the clip out of my hair, so my chocolate brown hair falls in waves down my back before I touch up my makeup. I decide to wear matching red heels and look in the mirror, I look amazing. I love getting dressed up, even if I just stay at home. It gives me confidence to exist and makes me happy. I know this dipshit will think I got dressed up for him, but I did not. If a man does not like me in my casual clothing, why in the fuck would I dress up for him or get naked? That is a moot point, because I am still dressed up. Although, I am not getting naked for him. If he already gives ick vibes off after three texts, like hell if I am letting myself be alone with him.

Once it is time to go, I step out of my dorm and walk down to meet my Uber. Getting a ride back will be a nightmare, but I can always walk home or carpool with someone else. Once I get in, I ride in silence to the restaurant bar combination. I am nervous as hell, and I just have a weird feeling in my belly. I know I do not want to be here but there is no rule that says I have to stay. I always remind myself that I do not owe anyone an explanation of my life.

“Hi,” I say to the host. “I am supposed to be meeting someone here. Last name is Jensen?”

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