Page 8 of Pleasuring Professor Pisces
“I didn’t have time. They called an emergency meeting for our department after work,” I whispered back.
“Well, you’re here now. That’s all that matters. Isn’t he fine though?”
“You should have told me. Why didn’t you blow my phone up until I answered?”
She smiled. “I thought he might be a nice surprise. I was shocked when he showed up for an interview last week. All I could recall was how enthralled you were with him. You went on and on about how his tongue?—”
“Shh.” I shushed her harshly when I noticed Salem’s gaze upon us. He wore a cocky smirk, and his gaze said he knew what we were talking about.
“My bad, but you can thank me later.”
“It’s not that simple, Chels,” I whispered.
“Why not?”
“He’s my student.”
“Oh shit,” she replied loudly, looking between Salem and me. “Well, have fun with that,” she whispered again as she patted my shoulder and then disappeared from the class.
I glanced up at Salem, sitting on the stool with one arm resting casually on his thigh. The man’s body was truly a work of art, and not just the tattoos that decorated his beautiful canvas. The bulging muscles, the beautiful color of his dark skin, and the structure of his body were all works of God Most High.
Salem had one foot on the top rung of his velvet-covered, cushioned stool. His other foot rested on the floor. And his third foot? Well, let’s just say it hung very well.
It took several minutes before I moved past the shock of seeing Salem on that stool, but once I did, I focused on the task at hand. Class was over, and I almost tripped over my own feet trying to pack my things away.
“You’re in a rush,” Juliette, a student who I shared the table with, commented.
“Oh, yes. I’ve got papers to grade tonight before an early class in the morning,” I lied.
I just wanted to get the hell out of dodge before Salem or Chelsea hemmed me up. I knew that she would tease me mercilessly, but she, of all people, had to know why this situation was not good for me.
I grabbed my things and headed for the door, but Chelsea stopped me.
“Honey, I just wanted to apologize. I had no inkling that the man was one of your students. How the hell did that happen? I thought you said you didn’t share any personal details.”
“I didn’t. It was just fate,” I muttered, using the same words that Salem spoke to me at the beginning of the semester.
“How are you handling this? And why haven’t you shared this little detail with me? He’s been in your class for an entire semester, and you failed to say a word.”
“Honestly, I was trying to put the entire situation out of my mind. When he showed up on the first day, I told him that it wouldn’t work. He promised that it would, and he’s done everything in his power to prove me wrong. I had almostforgotten that something happened between us,” I explained, toying with my bottom lip nervously.
“What do you mean, almost? Did something happen again?”
“No! I mean, no. He’s been so well-behaved throughout the semester that I almost questioned if anything had occurred between us or if it were a figment of my very overactive imagination. But then these last few weeks, he started dropping innuendos and looking at me in ways that set me on fire. When I recall all the things that man did to me throughout one night, I’m at a loss for words, Chels, and now this.”
“Again, I’m sorry, honey. I didn’t know.”
“It’s not your fault. But let me get out of here, okay? I don’t want to run into him.”
“All right. Take care, babe. I’ll see you Thursday?”
“I don’t know. Is he going to be here?”
“Yes. Some people didn’t finish their sketching tonight.”
I sighed dramatically and nodded. “Well, I’ll let you know.”
“Okay. Be safe, baby cakes,” she stated as she hugged me, and we kissed each other’s cheeks.
