Page 8 of Beau Pair
“Well,” I say, and check my phone. “Now. I need to go if I’m not gonna make a bad impression on the first day. Thanks for the tea.”
I walk toward the main entrance, but Zoe calls out to me.
“Meet me at For Heaven’s Cake after you finish,” she shouts.
My phone blinks with a text, and I open it to read Zoe’s message.
You need to try their Triple Sin cake. Carrot cake, chocolate ganache, and summer fruits. You haven’t tasted anything like it. Unless you’ve tasted your daddy boss already lol, it reads.
I ignore her message because a) she’s not wrong, and b) I’m seriously late for class. Also, now I really want the triple sin and my mouth is watering.
I lift the paper to check which room I need to head to, and when I realize it’s on the other end of the corridor, I break into a run until I get to the door. There’s no time to even look through the glass pane, so I just open the door and step in, and suddenly I’ve got dozens of eyes on me.
And there is one particular set of eyes that I can’t keep from staring into.
I knew he was a professor and that he worked at Harlow U, but for the most part, Gordon didn’t ask me many questions over the last few days since I moved in, and I tried to keep out of his way as much as possible, but now I realize if we’d talked, we’d probably know I was taking his class.
“Hi,” he says, looking at me with shock. Probably the same shock on my face as I’m staring back at him.
“Hi,” I reply, and when a dry cough comes from the other side of the room, I realize, again, that there’s a room full of students watching us. “Uh... sorry, umm, I’m late. I couldn’t find the… umm… the building.”
I have to say something. A way to fill the deafening silence in the room. But instead, I just make myself sound stupid. I know because I hear a couple of sniggers.
“That’s okay.” Gordon fumbles, as well, and points at an empty seat in the front, finally breaking our gaze. “We’re just getting started.”
I run to the empty desk and flop into the chair without a second thought. I’ve already made enough of a fool of myself. I don’t need to take away from the class any further.
Gordon’s class.
What the fuck? I thought he taught business. I kinda figured when he told me he has an investment portfolio, but he also told me that's his main field. What is he doing teaching Personal Finance then?
It only clicks now that Personal Finance would fall under the business umbrella. And I realize if I was a tiny bit smarter, I might have put two and two together. But I didn’t, because I’m an idiot.
I force my eyes off him and put my tote bag on the floor, taking a notebook out while Gordon introduces himself and the class.
He’s gorgeous. We already established that. But seeing him in class, dressed up in his shirt and sweater vest with his glasses sitting on the bridge of his nose and his big, hairy hands gripping the chalk, makes him breathtaking.
His voice, the authority of his knowledge, the attention he commands in the room. I can feel it buzzing off him, and it definitely has its effect on my body too.
I cross my legs to hide the thickening member between them, but it’s not enough to give me peace. I try biting the inside of my cheeks, and when that doesn’t work, I bite my nails instead.
He’s a teacher.
He’smyteacher.
If he wasn’t irresistible before, he certainly is now.
Seeing him in his element is part of it. But also, wanting him is taboo. Not that wanting your boss isn’t, but come on. How many bosses have hooked up with their employees in the history of the world?
A million-a-many.
But hooking up with your teacher?
That is the stuff of fantasies.
I imagine him pinning me against the blackboard and kissing me everywhere. Bending me over his desk and taking me hard and fast before anyone catches us.
I can imagine him standing in front of my desk, coming all over it while he’s got my hair firmly in his grip, then making me lick his cum off the surface. I can see him putting his foot on my crotch and pressing down on my hardness until I come in my pants.
Houston, we have a boner.
And I am in deep shit because I don’t just like my boss. I like my teacher. And neither is allowed. Kissing one can put me on the street. Kissing the other can put us both into trouble.
And what do you know, my dick likes the sound of that even more.
Whoever had the bright idea of making forbidden things hot was a real jerk.
