Page 46 of Student Seduction
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Aiden
When I arrived at the museum later that evening, Emersyn came down the stairs out front.
My entire life, I’ve seen beauty in all women. Whether it was in their actual features, how they smiled, how they spoke, or just how they carried themselves. But Emersyn was beautiful in a way that overwhelmed me, stole my breath, and left me stunned like a dog trying to escape an invisible electric fence. I never saw it coming, but it zapped my ass every time.
I climbed out of the Jeep and and opened her door, pretending the sight of her hadn’t already severely impacted my ability to breathe.
Memories of what had transpired in my classroom that morning slammed unbidden into my mind. My mouth on her. Her mouth on me. Her swollen lips. Both sets.
She wore a simple black professional-looking outfit, one of those one piece ordeals with a button down top and respectable length shorts, but knowing what was underneath unnerved me to the point of pain.
“You hungry, birthday girl?”
She grinned. “I haven’t eaten since lunch at school this morning. So I’m starved.”
“You like Italian?”
“I love Italian,” she said, sinking into the passenger seat.
We were both quiet on the drive to Stagioni, an intimate date-night spot not too far from the museum with outdoor seating. When we got there, we opted to sit outside because the weather was still warm and the cool evening air was mild.
Also because it was darker than sitting inside, which neither of us acknowledged out loud. Even if someone we knew did happen to be in the area, there was a much smaller chance of them spotting us eating on an outdoor patio with limited seating.
“How was work?” I asked, once we’d been seated and ordered.
Emersyn’s forehead creased as she placed her cloth napkin in her lap. “My boss hates me. She still calls me Emily.”
I frowned. “I doubt anyone could hate you. You blew me off this summer then told me to go fuck myself when I finally saw you again. Yet I can’t seem to stay away from you.”
She gave me half smile. “Technically I told you I had to leavebeforeI told you to go fuck yourself,” she reminded me. “Trust me, she hates me. She recently broke up with her boyfriend—or he broke up with her, I’m not sure—and she’s miserable and handing out misery. I thought I’d be working with artists and patrons but she has me cleaning the bathrooms and organizing files from a million years ago in a basement.”
“You get a scholarship for doing this internship?” I thought that’s what she’d told me.
She toyed with the straw in her water glass. “One intern does. There are only four of us, so the odds are decent. I really need the money for college. But judging from the way it’s going so far, it’s probably not in the cards for me.”
“I’m sorry.” I leaned forward and touched her chin. “If it helps, my boss wouldn’t be too happy with me either if he knew what I was thinking right now. Or how I spent my prep period this morning.”
Her eyes gleamed under the exposed bulbs strung overhead. “Hm, maybe we shouldn’t tell him then.”
I nodded. “Good thinking.”
She sipped her water. Something else was weighing on her. I saw it when she left my classroom earlier today. She hadn’t made much eye contact since.
“Something else bothering you? Not happy about finally becoming a legal adult? Because I gotta tell you, I’m pretty thrilled.”
Not that engaging in a sexual relationship with my eighteen-year-old student was much better than a seventeen-year-old student, but it felt less wrong somehow.
He chest heaved as she inhaled deeply. “Today…what we did…” She trailed off, glancing at the handful of patrons scattered around us.
“Was super hot, but dangerous,” I finished for her quietly.
“Yeah,” she admitted. “And it made me feel…I don’t know. Kind of slutty, I think. Like you gave me a gift card and I gave you a blow job.”
I reached across the table and palmed her gorgeous face. “It wasn’t like that. The gift card was a birthday present. I didn’t want or expect anything in return. What we did in my classroom reflects my severe lack of self-control when it comes to you and nothing else.”
A wave of guilt washed over me. I hated that I’d allowed anything to happen that made her feel this way.
