Page 15 of Pleasuring Professor Pisces
I was sure they did, all for their self-interest. If any of them had a clue that he was interested in me, then I was doomed.
“Well, he was trying to get a good grade in my class, but Mr. Charles hardly ever came to class, and when he did, he was often sleeping or flirting with the young ladies. He barely got the F in my class that he did, but he tried to bribe his way into a B. He offered to pay me ten grand to change the grade. When that didn’t work, he asked for extra credit to make up for it. I told him no; the grade was in.”
“Did you get pressure from his coaches?”
“No. They wouldn’t intervene. So, he decided to handle things himself. He and his parents went to the dean and complained that I was failing him because he refused to sleep with me. They claimed that I had approached him on several occasions, and he turned me down. He brought out these papersand assignments that someone else had done for him. I knew that he hadn’t done them because I had his original work with all the wrong answers, not to mention all the missing assignments.”
“Was there an investigation?”
“There was. They interviewed several students, most of whom were also on the football team with him, and some of the young ladies who hung around him. Their stories matched with everyone accusing me of showing him special attention in class, and holding him after class, or having him come in early. None of those things were true.”
“What did the investigation reveal in the end?”
I sighed as I thought back to that dreadful period in my life. I struggled with depression after that and wished that it would just fade into the abyss.
“The dean stated that the investigation was inconclusive. They were able to see the times and dates that I put his grades in, and they were able to access the assignments that he did upload and see that the grades were warranted. As for the missing assignments, it was my word against his. He claimed that he did not upload those, but rather that he turned them in physically.”
“And they still deemed it inconclusive?”
“Yes.”
“They weren’t able to prove that you made a pass at him though.”
“No. There were no phone calls or text messages, but he said that I did that whenever I held him after school or had him arrive early. The friends that were interviewed attested to me holding him up.”
“Damn. I’m sorry you went through all that. Now I understand. You don’t need them kinda problems.”
“No. I don’t. If someone shows interest in me, then I put up my walls. It’s all I know how to do to protect myself.”
“I’m not trying to bring problems to your life. And it sounds like he was a young, spoiled ass nigga. I don’t come from that, and I’m not that. I’m just out here handling my business. I promise not to create issues for you. Be guarded, beautiful, but don’t block light and love out of your life, especially when it comes in the form of a real nigga. All I’m interested in doing is bringing you pleasure, Pisces. You deserve it. Believe that.”
“Thanks.”
I smiled warmly at him, and we talked for a while longer before we had to leave. I felt like a weight had been taken off my shoulders, but at the same time, I knew that I shouldn’t have disclosed all of that to him. I was out of line, and it was unprofessional. I only prayed that it would not come back to haunt me.
I tooka sip from my Dory mug and turned my attention back to my computer screen. For the most part, the study sessions that I held over the last few weeks during my study hour must have helped, because everyone except for three students had passed their exams.
A knock sounded at my door, and I jerked my attention away from my work. My stomach rumbled, and I looked at the time. It was eight minutes after two. I needed to get ready to pack it up and head home. It was a Friday, and those days were lighter in terms of class loads. I only had one class and always got to leave early on Fridays.
I sighed, hoping that this visitor wouldn’t delay my time too much.
“Come in.”
The doorknob turned slowly. It opened and revealed six feet, six inches of pure chocolate perfection. I shouldn’t have had the feelings that I did for Salem Gates, but he was so gorgeous, sexy, and attentive. Not to mention that the brother was extremely smart as hell. I had no business thinking about him that way.
I needed to get my head together. I should have learned from my first experience. How ironic that my reputation had been smeared, and I almost lost my job for being accused of flirting with a student whom I never flirted with. And now here I was with an actual student that I had flirted with on occasion, was extremely attracted to, and I’d had sex with before.
“Mr. Gates, what can I do for you?”
He closed the door firmly behind him and stalked to my desk with that sexy ass swagger of his. If the man wasn’t fine and handsome, he was also bowlegged, which added another layer of panty-melting hotness to him.
“I needed to talk with you about the paper that I turned in last week.”
My countenance fell from the welcoming smile that I had previously worn. Those were the exact words that Kyrie Charles spoke when my troubles with him first started.
Here we go again, I thought, sitting back in my chair. I crossed my arms in a huff and felt my armpits growing sticky as fear churned in my belly. I glanced nervously at the door. I debated whether I should open the door again. I needed a witness with us. But then I thought that it wouldn’t matter anyway. The damage had already been done. I had met with him in a coffee shop, and I had told him my history of malicious allegations.
I knew he probably hadn’t liked his grade. He usually earned A’s in my class, but I had given him a B on his debate paper. Ihad trouble assessing his paper fairly, but I believed in the end that I was extremely fair.
