Emily: Hello Kitten (The ‘Hello’ series)

8. Chapter 8

eight

C lass is Hell. I knew that my first semester in college, but seeing Adrian teach with so much passion, any time he leans against his desk and looks at me, not to mention Beth fuming and watching me instead of him, it’s actual Hell.

Especially since the text he sent me at the start of class.

You look beautiful, Kitten.

His words send heat swirling in my stomach, my thighs clenching as he stares at me with those haunting eyes.

I want to touch him. I want his hands on me. I can imagine position after position right here. He could bend me over the desk and plow me from behind. He could have me spread eagle on his desk. He could sit at his desk while presenting while I’m under it blowing him.

He could put me on top of the table I share with Beth and eat me out. The whole class, I picture him lecturing to me alone while fucking me against the wall, the floor, his desk, even the window looking over campus.

His hot voice in my ear as he manhandles me into whatever position he wants.

Dammit, how is he doing this? For fuck’s sake, shake it off.

The judgment radiating from my best friend when she has to shove me to make me focus kills every fantasy before I can get so worked up, I need to leave.

My phone vibrates again, and I groan, already knowing who it is as Adrian seems very good at multitasking.

What color is your dress for the wedding? For my tie.

No, no, no, he’s not coming! How can I make it clearer to him? He’s not coming. We’re not together. We can’t be.

By the time class is over, I’m exhausted from my mental gymnastics and know I have to talk to Adrian and really get it into his head that he’s not coming.

Clearly, I have to get coffee before my next class. Maybe even a snack to count as breakfast.

I have another class in an hour and I don’t know if I’ll be able to focus on class at all if I’m worried about how Adrian is dealing with things. I try to take my time putting my laptop and notebook into my backpack.

“I love you, but you have to take care of this,” Beth snaps.

“Yeah, but…” I trail off when I see Adrian watching me with his ‘warning’ face. He’s expecting the worst and easily dismissing other students with simple answers.

There’s no avoiding this.

“You have a spine, remember?” Beth says while shoving me forward.

“Yeah, yeah,” I mumble.

When we get to Dr. Hayes, I struggle to find my voice.

“Emily, Beth, what can I help you with?” he asks, still using his teacher voice despite his tight jaw.

“I’d like some clarification on the assignment. Can we talk in your office?” I ask.

He arches a single eyebrow, then motions for me to go. Beth follows, which I know doesn’t escape his attention. But he doesn’t comment on it.

Beth nudges me, forcing me into Adrian’s office less than two minutes later, then shuts the door fully. Leaving me alone with my professor.

Adrian ignores his chair and rests his ass on his desk, just like he does in class. He pushes his sleeves up to his elbows, and I feel lust coil in my belly as I watch his dark skin painted with ink, wondering what the story behind those tattoos is.

No. No. This isn’t about having secretive sex against the door to see if we can get away with it. There’s a point.

“What is it about the… assignment that’s unclear?” he asks.

“You’re not coming to the wedding,” I say, forcing myself to meet his gaze.

His eyes shift to the closed door before he answers. “You found someone else?”

“I don’t want you there,” I state evenly.

He tilts his head, the corner of his lips curving slightly. “Really?”

“I don’t have to have a man on my arm. I’m plenty independent,” I argue, shifting on my feet.

Adrian just watches me. The seconds tick by on his clock until that ticking is all I hear. He pushes off the desk and approaches as I back away until I hit the door.

He rests his forearm just above my head, staring down at me. “You’re going to make next weekend difficult?”

“What? No, I just” —I clear my throat— “you shouldn’t be there.”

He doesn’t answer, but his gaze burns me.

“I’m not worth being fired over, even if our… night together has stayed in your head plenty. So, it’s best if we just—”

“And when you get drunk at the reception?” he asks.

It’s so out of left field, all I can do is stare at him. “What? Why would I?”

“I’ve heard it happens at weddings. In the time I’ve known you, you’ve gotten insanely drunk twice. No one asks for I.D.s at weddings, so what will stop you?”

“I can take care of myself.”

“And when you do get drunk, you’ll text me.”

“You texted me first!” I snap, leaning closer.

He strokes my jaw, lifting my face until our noses brush. I tremble under the intensity there. “Tell the truth, Kitten.”

I lick over my bottom lip, and he leans down further, his hot breath teasing over my lips. And my mind races, tossing strange thoughts at me. Has he had sex in his office before? Is it sound proofed? Would he have to shove something into my mouth to keep me quiet? Turn on some music to hide the sounds of us having sex?

Fuck, my panties are already soaking wet.

“So, what if I did?”

“Then I’d have a very long drive to come satisfy you, wouldn’t I?”

“You wouldn’t have to,” I disagree. “Because you’re my professor.”

His jaw tightens. He looks me over slowly as he backs away, his shoes still against mine. “Oh, we both know I would.”

“Dr. Hayes,” I whimper.

“Ms. Turner,” he retorts. “We both know you’d be greedy. You’d start sending me photos of you drinking. You’d tease me with fucking someone else. If that didn’t work, you’d send me more photos, wouldn’t you?”

He’s not exactly… wrong. I swallow and glance at the rest of his office. “You’re really close to me, Dr. Hayes.”

“And you want me closer. I’ll give you a chance, though,” he decides, taking two large steps back. “Do you want me to come to the wedding with you?”

No! It’s right there on my tongue, begging to come out.

But I think of my sister’s condescending voice telling me that once I get my life together, I’ll find someone. I think of my mom, always having someone to throw at me. I think of my family, expecting the worst from me, and I can’t force the simple word out.

“Silence isn’t an answer. Do I need to convince you to give me one?” he asks.

“I want…” I almost look at the door but can’t escape Adrian’s green stare.

Beth is actually going to murder me this time.

“I don’t want you to lose your job over some pretend boyfriend thing,” I say finally. “It’s stupid.”

“The cameras will be focused on the bride and groom. I’ll stay out of photos with your family. Next problem,” he counters.

No, he can’t make it easy. He’s not allowed.

“We’re not supposed to do this,” I breathe. “You’re supposed to be logical. Smart.”

He takes my chin in his hand and pulls me close again, his nose rubbing over mine. I can practically taste the words he says against my mouth. “And you should remember how much you like obeying me, Kitten. I take good care of you, don’t I?”

“Yes,” I breathe, my legs turning to jelly.

“Yes, what?”

I gulp, my eyes dropping to his lips. “Yes, Sir.”

“Wouldn’t it be better to have me there than try to explain why you’re alone?” he murmurs before his lips skim over my cheek to my ear. “Wouldn’t it be better to have me there if you’re drunk than have to rely on your own fingers while goading me?”

My eyes shut, and I bite my bottom lip to hide the ‘yes’ on my tongue. It works until he sucks my earlobe and a soft moan leaves my throat. His body rubs against mine, big and muscular and hard.

“You spent all of class time eye-fucking me, Kitten. I didn’t say a word, didn’t even tell you to pay attention, but you’re going to tell me the truth now. Do you want me at this wedding as your fake boyfriend?” he asks.

I grip his hips as he kisses the hollow under my ear, his teeth grazing my skin as I hiss. It’s not fair. Where’s the logic? Where’s my conscience yelling at me?

“Kitten,” he whispers.

“Yes,” I cave.