Page 29 of Crown Jewels
I straightened my shoulders and said, “I want the TA position.”
“No you don’t.” He pushed off the bar and walked over to sit on the other end of the loveseat. “And if you did, I wouldn’t give it to you.”
I was confused. “Isn’t that why I’m here?”
“No.” He said as if I should’ve known this.
“Then why am I here?”
“Because Emma, unlike you, when I see something I want, I go for it.”
Okay, but what did that have to do with me?
“Don’t be coy Emma.” He swallowed down the rest of his drink and placed the glass on the table beside him. “I see the way you look at me.”
The way I looked at him? I didn’t look at him any specific way. Did I insult him somehow? “Am I in trouble?”
“Always playing the good girl.” He slid closer and placed his hand on my knee. “But all good girls have a bad side, and I am dying to see yours.”
My eyes widened with realization. “Professor Winston, I think you’ve got the wrong…”
He cut me off. “Please, call me Adam.”
That wasn’t going to happen.
He leaned in, and I leaned back as far as the back of the love seat would let me.
“I’m flattered, really,” he was a good looking guy. A lot of the girls on campus fawned over him, but… “I don’t want this.”
That didn’t detour him. He kept bringing his face closer to mine. I had to put my hand on his chest to stop him. “Stop it.”
“Come on Emma.” He tsked. “Stop playing games.”
“I’m not playing games.”
“Then why did you come here dressed like that.”
That was a little harder to explain. “It’s complicated.”
“No it’s not. We’re both consenting adults.” His hand slid up my leg making a shiver of fear shoot up my spine.
He was crowding me. I had to use one had to stop him from going further up my skirt while the other held him at bay. Neither of which I was doing very well. He was too strong.
“Stop it.” I demanded louder.
When he spoke all I could smell was the whiskey on his breath, and it was making me nauseous.
“Not such a good girl now, are you.”
When his fingers grazed the edge of my panties, I panicked and slapped him across the face.
That’s when things got violent. He slapped me back. So hard that my ears rang with the sting of his strike.
“Little bitch.”
My mind was foggy. I could barely hear him speak, let alone move my limbs. I think I tried to fight when he grabbed my hair and pushed my face down into the cushion. I assumed that was why he hit me again, but I couldn’t be sure. I wasn’t sure of anything.
Was my heart pounding so hard I couldn’t feel it, or had it stopped all together? Was it fear pulling on the hairs at the back of my neck, or was it his hand yanking on my scalp.
