Page 10 of Pleasuring Professor Pisces
Her almond-shaped, chocolate brown eyes widened. “Mr. Gates.”
“I tried calling your name, but you had the AirPods in.”
“I’m sorry. I was listening to my notes to get inspiration for a debate I’m planning for next week.”
“It’s all good.”
She nodded and looked all around at everything except for me. She appeared to be uncomfortable, and when I looked around, I saw a few people glancing our way. I assumed it had something to do with our unavoidable collision.
“Hey, I’ve noticed things have been a bit tense in class. That’s not what I wanted to happen. That job’s just a little side hustle I’ve got going on the side, and Chelsea pays nicely for the job.”
“You don’t have to explain to me. That’s your business. She tried to warn me, but I missed her text messages.”
“Would you still have come if you’d known that I was going to be the model?”
She dipped her head down shyly and answered me. “No. It would have been unprofessional and unethical.”
“Is that why you didn’t return last night? Is that why things have been tense in class between us?”
“Nothing has changed in class. I assure you that there’s no tension between us.”
“I feel like there is. I mean, you don’t even joke with me in class the way you used to, and you avoid calling on me for answers.”
“Mr. Gates, I have?—”
“Shhh!” The librarian loudly shushed us when Professor Hall raised her voice a little louder.
“Follow me.”
“No.”
“Follow me, or I’ll make a scene,” I threatened in a low tone before I pulled back and winked at her.
Her eyes ballooned, and I wondered if she really was as scared as she seemed, or if it was all my imagination. She set the book down on a table. I turned and headed back in the direction that I had come from, making my way out of the library.
When I jogged down the steps, I turned to see her still standing up there, staring down at me. I crooked my hand, she rolled her eyes, but she finally came down the steps.
She shoved her hands into the back pockets of her jeans and stared at me. “What is it that you want, Mr. Gates?”
“You seemed a bit uncomfortable in there. I thought I would get you out of there so you could relax a bit without all the eyes on us. Not be so damn uptight.”
“I’m not uptight. But I do have a job to do, Mr. Gates.”
“Would you stop with all that Mr. Gates shit? We’re both adults. You can call me Salem.”
Shaking her head, her ponytail released a few strands. “No, I’m fine as things are.”
“We aren’t in the classroom.”
“What was it that you wanted?” she asked pointedly.
“Why don’t you join me for a cup of coffee?”
“No. Why would I do that?”
“Why wouldn’t you? We need to figure out a way for us to exist in the same space without the discomfort and tension that’s been created since you saw my dick again. Guess it’s got you feeling a way and reminiscing and shit.”
Her honey-colored skin turned a deep shade of red, and she quickly averted her eyes.
