Page 16 of The Professor
“It wasn’t uncomfortable Professor, believe me. Enjoy the rest of your night.”
I start to walk away and he grabs my hand, pulling me back. He looks pissed and when he puts his hands roughly on my shoulders it’s my confirmation. Searching my eyes, his fingers painfully dig into my shoulders, but I like it. My heart is pounding, my body is burning with need. I can feel my pussy getting wetter the longer we stand here and the urge to squeeze my legs together is overwhelming. But I can’t. I can’t move, I’m under his trance.
“Never dismiss me again, Miss Bower,” he says roughly. “I will tell you when we are finished, do you understand?”
Swallowing a few times to try and find my voice, I finally whisper, “Yes.”
My knees are going weak with his dominance. I’ve never in my life been more turned on than I am in this moment.
He leans forward and for a second I think he’s going to kiss me, but his mouth rests next to my ear. His grip on my shoulders tightens as I feel his hot breath blow over me.
“Tell me Emma, do you want to be finished?” he whispers in the deepest, sexiest, most demanding voice I’ve ever heard.
“Emma,” Aubrey yells, rushing over.
Professor Grayson moves away so quickly you’d think I was on fire. He runs his hands through his hair and shakes his head as he walks past Aubrey and back into the bar.
Aubrey is talking a mile a minute but I hear absolutely nothing she is saying. I’m turned on, my panties are wet, and I can’t stop staring at the path he just walked away from me. I’ve never been so confused in all my life.
“Just take me home,” I whisper and walk away.
* * *
I’ve beenawake for probably two hours, but I refuse to get out of bed. My head is spinning with everything that happened last night. Professor Grayson was definitely coming on to me, that much I know. He wanted something to happen. It was clear even in my drunken state. What isn’t clear is if he did that because he was drunk or maybe because he was horny and saw an opportunity with a student that watched him making out. There’s also a small part of me, maybe even a hopeful part of me, that thinks he meant it.
Pulling the pillow over my head, I scream into it. I’m so frustrated and confused. I need to do something to distract my mind, I just don’t know what will do it. Aubrey has been knocking on my door for five minutes, yelling for me to get up, but I know when I see her I’m going to tell her. I don’t want to, she’ll continue to talk about it. I want to just forget about it, not dwell on it.
“Emma, I swear to God I will bust this door down,” Aubrey yells, pounding on the door.
“Shut up. I’ll be out in a minute.”
Hoping that she has something better to talk about, I get out of bed and make my way to the living room.
“I thought you were dead. Why did you lock your door?” she asks, perched on the arm of the couch.
Flopping down on the couch, I shake my head. “Nope, not dead. I locked my door because I wanted to sleep in and what the hell is so important that you had to bang on my door like a psycho?”
“Damn, someone needs coffee. I wanted to talk about last night.” She sits on the couch staring at me. “What did Professor Grayson say to you. When I walked out he looked, I don’t know, maybe a little sad when he moved passed me.”
Sad? I don’t know about that. Pissed, bossy, turned on, those I can verify.
“He apologized for what I saw,” I say with a shrug. “I told him it wasn’t my business and he walked away.”
“Hmm. Looked like more than that.”
“He was drunk, I don’t know what else to say. That’s what happened.” I lie.
She laughs and hits my leg. “They were all drunk. I didn’t expect Coach to flirt with me, but damn if he wasn’t. I took full advantage too. I even sat on his lap,” she says with a wiggle of her eyebrows.
“Aubrey,” I yell.
She waves her hand dismissing me and laughs. “It was all in fun, relax. Even Professor Grayson laughed.”
“He did?”
“You shouldn’t have left. It could have been a fun night hanging out with them. But once Grayson went outside to apologize to you, Coach excused himself to the bathroom and I was stuck with two guys I didn’t know. I waited a little bit but neither of you came back, that’s when I came looking for you. Next time, stick it out,” she says.
What is up with the University? Do all the professors screw around with students? I’m beginning to think that’s exactly what’s going on and I’m definitely not going to be one of them.
