Page 25 of The Professor
“Professor.”
Closing my eyes briefly, I regain my composure. When I turn around to face Emma, I make sure my features are completely void of anything I’m feeling or thinking. Although having her sweet scent surround me, her sexy body close, and watching her fuck me with her eyes, is making it nearly impossible.
“Yes, Miss Bower?”
Christ, keeping my focus on her face is proving more difficult than it should. I need to do it though. As hard as my cock is getting, I need to remember, I’m her fucking professor.
“I’ve been working on my article and I was hoping maybe you’d like to read what I have,” she says.
The confident girl I watched during class is now a bundle of nerves. The fucked up thing is it turns me on even more. I like the fact I make her nervous. That her heart is probably pounding in her chest, that her stomach is more than likely swimming with butterflies, that her mind is telling her one thing while her body says something else.
Grinning, I hold my hand out. “Leave it with me and I’ll read over it this weekend.”
She opens her folder and pulls it out. “Thank you, I appreciate it,” she says, handing it to me.
I nod and turn away from her, putting it in my briefcase. I can’t turn around because if I do, I’m going to bend her over my desk. She needs to walk away.
“Have a good weekend,” I say. When I hear her walking away, I start to feel bad. “Emma, wait.”
She stops and spins toward me. The safer thing to do is walk away from my desk, so I do, meeting her across the room.
“I’m sure your article is going to be amazing.” Taking a deep breath, I continue, “I apologize for Monday. I crossed a line.”
Watching me for a minute, she finally smiles. “You didn’t cross a line.”
Fuck. I wanted her to tell me to leave her alone. To just accept it and walk away. She didn’t do that though. No, she takes two steps closer.
“You told me that you are to dismiss me. Thing is, I don’t want to be dismissed,” she confidently says.
“Fuck,” I hiss.
My pulse is racing and my dick is rock hard. The urge to pull her to me is overwhelming, especially when she’s so damn confident. But the moral part of me, the part of me that wants to keep my job, takes over.
“Walk away, Miss Bower,” I demand.
Wetting her lips with her tongue, she moves one step closer. “Is that really what you want, Professor Grayson?”
“No Miss Bower, it is definitely not what I want, but you need to do it,” I roughly say.
“Do I?”
Fuck. Me. “Go, now,” I hiss.
Defeated she turns on her heel and rushes out. I walk back over to my desk and slam my hands onto it.
“Fuck,” I yell, pushing everything off my desk onto the floor.
I sink down into my chair, I rest my elbows on the desk, and scrub my face with my hands. I don’t even know what the fuck I’m doing anymore. It’s wrong, but I can’t seem to stop. There needs to be an ending. I need to either step away or let it happen. I’m not sure which one scares me more.
Chapter 13
Emma
Sittingon the bottom of the tub with my back toward the shower, I let it wash over me. I’ve never been more confused in my life. He gives off all the signs and signals of wanting me, but his words cut like a knife. Walking in there with my short skirt and fuck me boots on was the worst idea I’ve had. I know it turned him on, that much was clear. He struggled getting the words out, yet I still let them get the best of me. Listening to him tell me to leave was like a knife to my chest. I was humiliated. So right now, I just need to let the shower beat down on me and maybe let one or two tears mix in.
Not realizing how long I’ve been in here, Aubrey starts banging on the door.
“Emma, you okay? I need to shower so I can start getting ready,” she yells.
