Chapter 11
What. The. Fuck. I sat on the couch in his office completely stunned. He walked out on me, and did he tell me to have the exams on his desk in the morning? I was livid. With shaking legs, I gathered my things, including the rest of the exams, and made my way home. It was a measure of my turmoil that I actually gathered them up, instead of just leaving them where they fell. It would have served him right.
Thankfully, Amelia had a date with her on again, off again, boyfriend Tray, and wouldn't be home for the rest of the night, so at least I wouldn't have to give her a recap. I wasn't sure how I felt about sharing this with her now that it, whatever it was, happened. This had clearly morphed from trying to seduce him for a grade, an insane idea to begin with, to some sort of perverse game. What if she slipped and told someone? He would lose his job, and I'd forever be branded as "that girl" who fooled around with her professor.
It had, without a doubt, been the single most…
[EDIT] SEE NOTE IN CHAPTER 2
…wasn't like he just kicked me out of bed or something. There had been someone at the door, another professor, and he was probably afraid of getting caught. Still, he could have said no to the drink. He could have asked for a few more minutes at least! I just couldn't understand it, though. What was he so afraid of? We'd given nothing away. I looked at the pile of exams and scoffed. No way was I going to grade them now. No, I was going to take them back to his office, first thing in the morning, and throw them in his face.
I made myself something to eat, watched a little television, and then went to bed, but I couldn't fall asleep. What did this mean? Did it even mean anything to him? I found myself already desperate to feel his hands on me again, and that scared and pissed me off, because I was pretty sure this was just a game to him. What interest, beyond the obvious, could he possibly have in someone like me? Was I a toy? Something shiny and new, and when he tired of the game he would toss me aside? Did he play this every semester, with some new coed? And did I even care if it was just a game to him? The more I thought about it, the more I realized that I didn't. I wanted him, and if that meant playing his game, so be it, but first he was going to have to realize that I wasn't some bimbo he could just toss about.
First thing the next morning, I made my way to his office. I decided to be brazen, so after taking a deep breath, I stormed in without knocking. He was standing with his back to me, and when I burst in and slammed the door, he whirled to face me, his long hair whipping about. The startled look on his face made him look younger, like a child caught misbehaving, and for just a brief moment, he seemed completely unguarded. He was so beautiful, my breath nearly caught.
I wasn't going to be deterred by his beauty, though. I marched over to him, and threw the blue books on the couch. "Grade your own exams." I fumed at him. His eyes on mine were wild, like a cornered animal, and the primal reaction I saw reflected in them nearly made me take a step back. I thought I saw his nostrils flare in anger; however, he quickly recovered his equilibrium and strode to his desk, putting space between us. If I didn't know better, I would have thought he was afraid of me.
"Miss Stackhouse," he began, but I cut him off.
"How dare you?" I seethed, and took another step towards him. He took another step back, getting behind his desk. I followed him. "You can't do that! You can't…
[EDIT] SEE NOTE IN CHAPTER 2
