Page 73 of One Night Bride
Prof:What do you want?
Me:You know what I want and you’re going to give it to me.
The three little dots bounced there for a while like he was typing something and then erasing it before trying again.
Prof:You’re very aggressive, you know that?
Me:And you fucking love it, don’t lie.
Prof:You know I do. See you when you get back.
I slipped the phone back in my pocket. We hadn’t yet slept together or even kissed, but the way that man looked at me burned a hole right through my clothes. The whole semester had been one long-drawn-out flirtation that had kept me drooling. I knew I could have scheduled some office hours with him. Locked the door behind me, trailed a hand down his chest, and slid the belt from his pants. He’d have let me. Not to sound conceited, but he didn’t stand a chance against me when I put on the full-court press. But I wasn’t that evil. I’d been raised by the chief of police after all. I didn’t want him to get fired over it. I’d wait like a good little girl.
The minute the ink was drying simultaneously on his divorce papers and my diploma, I had a plan to seduce him and see what an older man could do.
Happy graduation to me, indeed.
I wasn’t planning on bringing him home to meet Mom and Dad. God, no. That would be awkward as hell as my professor was closer to my parents’ age than he was to mine. I just craved a fling to shake things up until I figured out my job situation.
Life was too short to do what was expected of you. Little Vee, the youngest daughter of Chief Waldo. The blonde-haired bimbo who loved the boys. That’s okay. I projected that image on purpose to hide who I really was.
A twenty-one-year-old about to get her master’s degree in cell biology while banging her professor.
Ah, secrets.
I loved ’em…
