Page 15 of The Professor
I grabthe shot Aubrey is about to take out of her hand and toss it back.
“Hey, what the fuck?”
“You have no idea what I just saw,” I say, looking around for more alcohol.
“You can’t just say that Emma. What did you see?”
Drinking down the rest of my Manhattan, I take a deep breath. “I just saw Professor Grayson making out with some old skank by the bathroom. He saw me watching and I left.”
I feel my face heat with embarrassment even though I’m starting to feel the alcohol rushing through my veins. It’s not the fact that I saw him, it’s the fact that it turned me on. Not watching him with another woman, but imaginingIwas the one with my legs wrapped around him. That he was kissing me and biting my neck. When I realized he saw me, I wanted to run but I got sucked into his dark eyes once again.
“Holy shit, was it hot? What did he do when he saw you? Is he still here?” She starts questioning as she looks around. “Emma, oh my God. He’s still here and he’s with Coach Rearden.”
The worst thing I could do is look over because as soon as I do my eyes land on Professor Grayson. He seems to be in a heated conversation with some guy. It suddenly makes me curious what he’s saying.
“Come on,” Aubrey says, linking her arm with mine and pulling me.
When I realize she is pulling me toward the sexy professor’s table, I yank back. “Hell no, are you crazy? Did you not just hear what I told you?”
“I heard you. I also know that he didn’t do anything because he’s right there. So let’s go make a move,” she suggests.
“Aubrey have you lost your damn mind? We can’t make a move, that’s being like Bexley,” I nearly shout.
She rolls her eyes and hikes up her skirt a bit more. “I’m not asking for a better grade Emma, I’m just going to show Coach that I’m more than just soccer shorts and sweat. Come on, don’t be such a baby.”
In this moment I hate her. I hate that she is putting me in a position that I want to run from and run toward. I’m drunk and I know if Professor Grayson even accidently touches me I’m likely to throw myself at him. But, I allow her to pull me over and before we reach the table those dark, hard eyes land on me.
“Hey Coach,” Aubrey says with a huge flirty smile.
Coach Rearden glances up and does a double take when he sees Aubrey. “Well damn, I hope my soccer star isn’t making bad decisions,” he says with a grin.
“All my decisions are carefully thought out, Coach.”
Unreal. She might as well just climb on his lap now.
“That I don’t doubt, Aubrey,” he says, as his eyes take in her body.
“I need air,” I mumble.
Rushing away from the table, I push out the heavy green door. Once I’m out, I inhale the fresh air. Unfortunately, it’s hot and doing nothing to cool me off, but it’s better than watching Aubrey flirt, and a hell of a lot better than being so close to Professor Grayson.
Leaning against the brick of the building, it feels cool on my back. Maybe I just need to go home and sleep. Get away from all this and get my head clear. I haven’t stopped thinking about study group and the way he touched me. It wasn’t even sexual, but it sure felt like it. It felt like he was trying to feel me out, read me in a way. I ate it up. I wanted more. I craved his touch.
Dropping my head back, I let out a sigh. This is why I need to get out of here. The way I saw Bexley after she told me, I never want to see myself like that.
“Miss Bower.”
Oh come on. Why is this happening?
Slowly lifting my head, I take in an extremely sexy Professor Grayson. He’s no longer in his suit and tie, he’s in a black shirt and faded jeans. Both are hugging his body perfectly, giving me a much unneeded image of his incredible body. His hands are shoved in his pockets, but his hair looks as if he’s been running them through it. Those intimidating eyes are bouncing around taking me in.
“Professor Grayson.”
“I want to apologize for what you saw,” he begins.
Pushing off the wall, I hold my hand up. “Please, just stop. It’s not my business.”
He gives a slight nod. “You’re right it’s not. I just know it was uncomfortable for you and for that I apologize.”
