Page 26 of No, For An Answer
“Something to add, Miss Porter?”
“He’s not spiralling nor did something scare him.” Her smug little smile causes me to bite the inside of my cheek. She’s so fucking sexy, sitting there in a tight white tank, and ripped denim jeans.
Her long, toned legs are stretched out under the table and crossed at the ankle. She’s not wearing a bra today, so the peaks of her nipples cause the ribbed, cotton fabric to stretch over each one.
I look at her and smirk. “Explain.” Leaning forward onto the desk she rests her forearms on the table. Her breasts pooling to the top of the vest as she speaks.
“Someone like him, doesn’t spiral. He’s evolving. He dates the women for three weeks, keeps them for three days and kills them on the third day. The women he kills are twenty-one. One plus two is three.”
“What’s your point Miss Porter?” My tone bored; it will rile her up.
“He has OCD. It’s impossible for him to spiral when everything is so meticulous with him. Three cuts to the heart and three stabs to the chest, everything has to be perfect for him. That murder,”
she points to the TV, “he wasn’t spooked, he had somewhere to be.” The confidence oozing off of her is frustrating me in the best way. “He’ll probably start fucking them soon anyway.”
“Ok, that’s enough.” I stand from my desk, walking around to the back to get the papers from my satchel.
“The sick bastard probably fucks himself with their blood or something.” She laughs.
“Miss Porter, I said that’s enough,” I repeat, trying my hardest to stay calm.
“I wouldn’t be surprised if he couldn’t get it up either. Probably why he’s killing young women.” She laughs, and the class join in with her.
“Ashley, that’s enough!” I bellow, slamming my fist on the wooden desk as the entire class goes still. I watch as the corner of her mouth twitches. Calming myself, I address the class. “There’s nothing to say that he has evolved into anything to do with blood. This killer is just like you said. Meticulous at what he does. He doesn’t have time to be distracted from murdering women,” I scoff. “He leaves absolutely no mess and makes sure all his crime scenes are tidy and easily found by the police.”
“Oh, how fucking kind of him,” she chuckles. “Making sure the families of these girls find them quick enough.”
I pinch the bridge of my nose. She’s beginning to get on my last nerve. It’s bad enough I have to sit there and look at her sitting in front of me, trying my hardest not to shove my cock so far down her throat she chokes. “Ashley, please stop talking.”
“Why?” She stands up, hands on the table.
“Excuse me?” What the fuck does she think she’s doing. Trying to push me, undermine me in front of the student body?
“You heard me? You ask us to profile, I profile and what? Is it not good enough for you?”
“Go to my office.” I’m done with this. All the students are watching this pathetic argument going on between the pair ofus and I’m beginning to lose my temper. Something I never do when working.
“Just because you’re stuck here teaching classes instead of being out there,” she slams her book closed, “don’t punish us for it.”
“My office, right now!” I point to the door as I watch her laugh. Gathering all her things together and stomping out of the room. Clearing my throat after I watch her leave, I look towards the class and remove any trace of emotion from my face. “Class dismissed. Chapters eight to nineteen in your textbooks and I want a full breakdown profile for this serial killer and what you think he might do next.”
The students begin packing their stuff away and chatting amongst themselves. I shove all my things into my satchel and I’m furious.
Storming out the door, I make my way through the flow of students, willing myself to calm down as much as I can before I get to the office. I never get angry; I never shout and in a few seconds this girl has managed to put me in a mood to fucking smack the shit out of her.
Pushing through the wooden door to the secretary’s office, I smile. “Sharon, feel free to go to lunch. I have Ashley Porter in my office for a meeting regarding her behaviour and this could take a while.”
“Oh, of course. Is there anything I can do beforehand?”
I smile briefly. “No thank you. Just shut the door on your way out and make sure the busy sign is turned round. I want no interruptions during my session.”
“Of course, Professor.” She smiles, grabbing her bag as she circles the desk, turns the ‘Do Not Disturb’ sign over and leaves. I have an hour.
That’s all I need. Pushing through the door to my office, Ashley is sitting on the desk cross legged with a grin on her face. Shedid this on purpose and I’ll be sure to punish her for that. She begins to talk but I ignore every single word that comes out of her mouth. Throwing my satchel on the chair next to me, I slam the door behind me, making her flinch. I walk over and grab her tightly by the throat. Pushing myself between her legs, I drag her face to meet mine as I look down at her.
“Did you think that was funny?” The sound of my voice completely fucking enraged. “Do you think that’s the best way to get my attention?” Pushing her back and out of my grasp, she sucks in a deep breathe. I watch as she grins, the way she looks at me is addicting, the way her eyes bore into mine, make me harder than I’ve ever been with a woman before. The fact that she’s nineteen has nothing to do with it, and at the same time… everything.
“Take off your clothes,” I demand, staring her dead in the eyes. She doesn’t move. “Take them off!” I shout, pointing in her face. I move back and watch as she stands in front of me. Slowly unbuttoning her jeans, her stare never leaving mine as she wiggles them down her thighs and they fall to the floor revealing a silk red thong. The wet patch I can see is testament that my behaviour isn’t frightening her but turning her on. She pulls her tank up and over her head.
