Page 18 of No, For An Answer
“Mia, I don’t want to look hot. I’m going because otherwise you won’t stop pestering me.” I groan. “Plus, you gave me those ridiculous puppy dog eyes.”
“Come onnn,” she drones out. Elongating the word into something a stroppy child would say when begging a parent for something they shouldn’t be having.
“Stop begging, you look like a dog,” I counter. Throwing the towel from my head in her face. She laughs as she catches it and launches the dress at me. “Wear the dress and shut up.”
What in the ever-living fuck am I doing? I’ll tell you what I’m doing, I’m in a fucking mini dress, walking the streets late at night, to a frat party like my pussy isn’t about to drop off with frostbite. Mia convinced me to forgo the coat because it didn’t match. The dress I’m wearing is a plain black mini, that sits at the middle of my toned thighs, with spaghetti straps. One move and the girls will fall out. I refused to wear the heels to go with it, so we compromised, and she allowed the Nike Panda’s.
“Mia, if I have to walk much longer, I’m calling a fucking Uber. My nipples could cut glass!” I shudder and huddle closer to her as we briskly cross the street.
“Stop moaning. It’s right there.” She lifts her tanned arm and points to the house at the end of the street.
“Fuck this.” I unlink my arm and take off in a sprint.
“Ashley!” Mia shouts from behind me, laughter lacing her voice.
“Hurry up!” I call back to her. The sound of her boots hitting the asphalt behind me as she’s hot on my heels. Our giggling melding together as one singular sound. I don’t think I’ve laughed this much in a while. Mia grabs my arm, swinging me around as our laughter becomes even louder.
We stop, leaning against each other to catch our breathe. Mia really has to be one of the most beautiful girls I’ve ever seen, which makes it unbelievable to me that she’s so kind. I take a few steps back dragging her with me.
“Come on we need to-”Ooof…The sound leaves my throat as I smack into a hard chest. Looking up, my eyes widen at none other than Nathan standing there.
“Professor Danvers, you’re out late,” Mia cuts in, pulling me back slightly.
Nathan lifts a 7-11 bag and smiles. “Can’t sleep.” He looks down on me then, fighting a smirk and throwing my previous words back at him. “Miss Porter.”
“Professor.”
“You ladies look lovely. Where you heading tonight?” He looks at Mia now, completely ignoring me. I stand there rigid and watch his chest rise and fall. He’s not in his usual office wear. Tonight, it’s a black Nike tracksuit with Dunks.
“Ashley?” Mia waves a hand in front of me.
“Yeah?” I turn to face her. “Sorry,” I laugh. “I totally spaced. I’ll meet you inside.”
“Ok,” she smiles, walking around us and making her way into the frat house.
“Ashley, look at me.” Nathan’s voice is calm. “Look at me.” I tear my eyes from Mia and look directly into his. “About earlier today.”
“What about it?” I breathe. Taking a step closer to him, a little too close if I’m honest, my hard nipples brushing along his chest as he groans deep within himself.
“I lost control of the situation.”
“Personally, you had full control.”
Placing a hand onto my stomach, he slowly takes a step back.
“I made it clear this couldn’t happen. My job is important to me. This is all I have; all I’ve worked for. It’s-”
“Ok,” I shrug, a tight smile on my face as I walk around him.
“Ok?” He parrots questioningly. I spin on my heel to face him and smile, because there’s no fucking way, he’s telling me no. I’ll play along. For now.
“Yeah,” I giggle playfully. “You don’t want me that’s fine. I won’t beg.” I take a few more steps backwards. “But you’ll crack soon enough.”
“Ashley,” he growls.
“Miss Porter,” I correct him. “I’ll see you in class next week.” Turning to face the frat house again, I instantly drop my fake as shit smile. I can see by the look in his eyes he wants me. He just needs that little push over the edge, and I have the perfectidea for it. Ascending the stairs into the huge Greek building with large, black Greek letters stuck to the top. The music pumps through my chest, setting the roots of my hair on end.
“Teen drinking is very bad!”Pumps from the speakers as the beat ofTipsybyJ-Kwonblares from the speakers. Red cups raised to the sky as everyone cheers. Bodies grinding against each other as they dance and grind together.
