Page 9 of Falling For The Professor

But on the other hand, Carla couldn’t shake the pang of loneliness that settled somewhere deep in her chest as she kicked away the covers from her feet and got out of bed, slipping on her robe on her way to the bathroom to freshen up.

Round two would have been nice. Well, it might have been more like round five or six if they were counting. But Carla wouldn’t have minded another few orgasms this morning.

The chemistry… Carla stared at her reflection in the bathroom mirror, her hands pressed against the cool marble counter. The chemistry had been off the charts.

“And I have no idea who she was,” Carla whispered, the realization hitting her like a slap in the face.

Carla darted out of the bathroom and down the hall, speed walking into the kitchen, half hoping to find Ashley perched at the breakfast bar sipping on a cup of coffee, but it was empty, her apartment completely silent.

“Fuck,” Carla muttered, a wave of nausea coming over her.

She wasn’t even sure she would have met up with Ashley again, but she would have at least liked to have had the option. The sex was far too good for a one-time event.

She scanned the counter and then the coffee table, but there was no note, no slip of paper that might have had her number scribbled across it.

Carla inhaled a shaky breath. She really had no idea who Ashley was. No last name. No job description. No idea where she was from or where she lived now.

The wine bar was the only connection she had. And Ashley might never set foot in there again.

Carla ran her hand over her face, still in disbelief.

She was probably never going to see Ashley again.

Chapter Eleven

Ashley could barely hear Professor Lawless’s words over her pounding heart. She’d taken a seat in the very last row of the lecture hall, more than a little paranoid that Carla would somehow pick her out of the crowd if she was in her usual seat, somewhere in the middle of the room.

Ashley hated herself for leaving Carla’s bed in the middle of the night, but as she’d started to drift off to sleep, with Carla pressed up against her back, she’d been overcome with the guilt that had been mounting all night.

Carla had no idea who she was, and if Ashley didn’t leave before the morning, she was going to have to come clean, either because Ashley couldn’t keep it in any longer or because they would actually talk. And Carla would find out that she was a student.Her student.

Ashley bit her lip. Leaving had been the easy option, but now she had to deal with the fact that it was never going to happen again. They hadn’t exchanged numbers, and if, somehow, Carla would have been okay with dating a student, she was hardly going to overlook the fact that Ashley had deceived her.

It was such a mess.

And Ashley had to figure out how she was going to get through the rest of the year, seeing Carla every week, knowing how good they were together, how amazing that night had been.

She could barely even think about it. As much as she wanted to.

Every night, when Ashley closed her eyes, she could still smell Carla’s perfume, still feel the warmth of her hands on her body.

One night. That’s all it was going to be.

But what a night it had been.

Chapter Twelve

Carla stood at her office window, watching the busy campus below and the hundreds of students moving between classes or getting ready to head home. The rust-colored leaves were falling from the trees, and it was hard for Carla to believe that it was already the end of October.

The first few weeks of the school year normally flew by, but with everything that had happened that first week, with meeting Ashley and inviting her back to her apartment for the best sex she’d had in years, Carla had assumed that these weeks might have proved to be a little more difficult, that they might have dragged by. But they hadn’t.

The only notable difference this year was that Carla had lost track of the number of times her gaze had lingered on a blond student, whether it was from up here, looking out the window, or in the crowded halls when she was moving between classes.

That had to stop. But it did show Carla where her head was at.The age difference really was an issue, because she kept associating Ashley with her students. Because she was the same age as them.

One night. That’s all it was meant to be. And the fact that Carla kept mistaking students for Ashley just highlighted how mismatched they were.

Although that hadn’t kept Carla’s mind from drifting back to that night, from replaying the way Ashley had kissed her, the way she’d brought her to such a satisfying orgasm. One of many.

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