JENNIE
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Lisa folded after five days. Her ability to hold out that long had been commendable. After our date I cranked up the heat in my apartment and strutted around in shorts and a threadbare T-shirt, hoping it would be enough to push her over the edge. Unfortunately, this was not the case. On the fourth day I pulled out the big guns in the form of frilly underpants and donned the cupcake apron thinking maybe she would cave, but once again she didn't. In fact, to get back at me, she refused to stay over. I liked it better when she was taking up two-thirds of the bed. I was well behaved the following night.
I discovered her ultimate weakness unexpectedly. In her haste to vacate my apartment after I brought out the frilly underpants, Lisa left behind her STRYKER hoodie, the same one she lent me the day after she completed the outline. I liked being able to steep in her smell all day. It made me feel safe. Letting me wear her hoodie felt like a show of protection as well as possession. It didn't bother me the way it might have before the crash.
Kai had given me things like jewelry and clothing. At times I'd felt like a showpiece for his family's prosperity rather than his fiancée. I'd never expressed that to Kai because I hadn't wanted to offend him. His intentions had been good; we'd just had different priorities.
After work on Tuesday night, I stripped out of my tights and dress. The tensor bandage Lisa insisted I wear to cover my chest found a home on my dresser. T-shirt, shorts that actually covered my behind, and Lisa's hoodie were the outfit of choice. Then I set about tidying up so she didn't feel compelled to do it for me. The coffee table was still disorganized, but the rest of the place looked decent. I settled into the corner of the couch and picked up my thesis so I could work on it while I waited for her to arrive.
When she came over an hour later, she stood in the doorway, gawking for a good fifteen seconds before she composed herself.
"I wondered if I'd left that here," she said as if she hadn't been staring at me, mouth agape. She locked the door and followed me inside, heading straight to the fridge.
I flopped down on the couch and tucked my knees up under me, determined not to push her, even though I was dying to have her hands on me again. My back felt the best it had since she finished the outline. It was still itchy, but that was the extent of the discomfort. Initially the stinging burn had been so intense that the meds had barely touched the ache. I might not have voiced the level of my pain to Lisa, but she was perceptive. That first day I was looking for anything to take the hurt away, physical and otherwise. She gave me what I needed, but the cost-benefit was questionable. Since then she was careful to avoid contact that might lead to clothing removal.
Beers in hand, Lisa sauntered over to the couch. She dropped down beside me and rearranged the books on the coffee table until they were perfectly aligned. Once the table met her organizational standards, she passed me a beer. She took a swig of her own, her eyes on my bare legs. Her hand ran up my calf and over my knee until she reached the hem of the hoodie. She lifted the fabric to peek underneath.
"You have your meeting with Professor Douchebag tomorrow?" she asked.
She always referred to my advisor by some disparaging name. "Douchebag" was one of her nicer terms. I nodded, unable to gauge her mood. She was quieter than usual, her eyes hard.
"What time?"
I'd already told her. Twice. "Six. It was the only time he could fit me in." I'd said that before, too.
She nodded and withdrew her hand from my leg, much to my disappointment. Remote in hand, she flipped aimlessly through channels while I sipped my beer. I wasn't sure if I'd done something wrong, and I didn't want to ask. After a few minutes of channel surfing, the screen went blank.
"Did you really think this outfit was better than the one you wore yesterday?" she asked. She was using her calm voice. I was in trouble.
I looked down at myself, more covered than I had been in the past five days, aside from when we'd gone to the museum. "Isn't it?"
"No. This outfit is the opposite of better."
"Do you want me to change?" I asked.
"Absolutely not."
Her palms slid under the backs of my knees, prompting me to unfold my legs. When I was more malleable, she carefully maneuvered me so I straddled her lap. This was definitely not a PG kind of position. Lisa's hands traveled up the outsides of my legs and under the hem of her hoodie to palm my backside. She pulled me in close. I didn't move.
"I'm driving you in tomorrow," she said, shifting against me.
"Why? I'm fine. My back feels okay." I could feel her erection. I spread my legs farther and held on to her, hoping she wasn't going to stop.
"Because." She unzipped her hoodie, eyes on my shirt. I should have picked a better one. The logo was embarrassingly childish. She glared at me. "Little Miss Naughty, is it? You've been pushing all week. You're about to find out what happens when I reach my limit. Trust me when I tell you, you'll need me to drive you in."
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Lisa hadn't lied about me needing a ride to school. I might have managed five hours of sleep, much of it broken by Lisa's roaming hands, among other insistent body parts. Every orgasm was drawn out, granted only after my extensive pleading. The lead-up was always worth the end result with Lisa. She might have pretended to be angry, but her actions didn't reflect that emotion.
I didn't dissuade Lisa when she brought her car around the next morning. Or when she insisted on picking me up from my meeting with Professor Calder. While the previous one hadn't been horrible, I was still concerned about the late hour. The doors locked at six, and most of the staff would have vacated the building by then. There were rumors circulating about Professor Calder, and while I generally didn't buy into gossip, his coldness unsettled me.
By 6:00 p.m., exhaustion set in. The caffeine high was the only thing that kept me going as I made the trek to Professor Calder's office. After all the time spent on my thesis this week, I hoped the changes would put me in better standing.
He summoned me inside. "Miss Kim, the late hour must suit you better; you're early."
"I realize your time is valuable," I said, hovering near the door.
"Have a seat. If my time is so precious, we shouldn't waste it, then, should we?"
The chair was set closer to Professor Calder's desk since the last time I was here, which didn't help with my nerves. I unpacked my materials, passing him a copy with the implemented changes. I'd emailed one to him earlier in the week, but he insisted I bring a paper copy to each meeting for review. He usually took it without so much as a glance at it. This time, however, he flipped through the pages.
"You've made further revisions." He seemed surprised.
"Yes, sir."
He pored over the new material for several minutes, marking up the paper with his red pen. When he was done, he leaned back in his chair and smoothed his hand over his balding head.
"Your thesis has potential, but I feel you're falling short. This lacks depth. Stop digging around the edges of the issues and get to the meat."
I sank into the chair, frustrated and disappointed. I'd come into this program hoping my advisor would share my passion, but Professor Calder kept pushing me in a different direction, away from the issues I really wanted to tackle. "I've incorporated the findings from the articles you suggested, as well as those from other, more current studies."
"This is your problem, Miss Kim. You're reaching, trying to connect things that have no validity. You might have been able to get away with this at the community-college level, but the bar is higher here. You need to readjust your personal expectations and learn to work within your parameters."
"I thought I would have the opportunity to branch out and look at other issues, rather than ones that have already been well established."
He gave me a patronizing smile. "You're in a master's program, not pursuing a doctorate. Don't get ahead of yourself, Miss Kim."
He went on to point out what he deemed were the obvious problems with my newest research. When he was done ripping apart my work, he handed me the marked-up copy and gave me an assessing look.
He pushed out of his chair, adjusting his pants and jacket. It camouflaged the beginnings of a middle-aged belly. "You know, there are ways for you to earn extra credit and keep your place in this program should this continue to be a problem. Let me know if you'd be interested in exploring any of those."
"Do you mean taking on more projects?" I asked. I would have to cut back my shifts at Serendipity again if that was the case.
"Something like that. It would require you to take a more . . . hands-on approach." His smile and the way he looked at me made me shiver.
I didn't want to believe what I thought he might be insinuating, but I was positive his predatory tone wasn't just in my head. "Thank you for your time, Professor Calder."
I packed up my things, desperate to leave his office. Some students might have jumped at the chance because of his educational accomplishments. But a man in his midfifties who used his PhD to demoralize his students held no allure. I didn't need my advisor exploiting my weaknesses by offering me alternative ways to earn my master's. I was capable, just struggling to find a balance in this new life that was missing so many pieces.
He rounded his desk and offered to help me with my things. Professor Calder had never been this kind to me, and the change in demeanor alarmed me. I adjusted my messenger bag and backed away toward the door. Stepping out into the hall, I was met with an unexpected but welcome sight.
Leaning against the opposite wall, Lisa stood with her phone in her hand, frowning at the screen. She was wearing the hoodie that broke her resolve, one foot crossed over the other.
"Lisa!"
"Hi, kitten." She pocketed her phone and pushed off the wall.
"I thought I was supposed to call." Relief brought me close to tears. How she'd managed to find my advisor's office didn't matter.
"It's dark. I didn't want you walking across campus on your own." She lifted my messenger bag over my head and shouldered it. "I hope you don't mind." Tucking my hair behind my ear, she leaned in and kissed my cheek. I accepted the affection, aware of Professor Calder's presence behind me.
"Of course not."
"The building is closed. You shouldn't be here," Professor Calder barked.
Lisa glanced at him, unconcerned, like she'd forgotten all about the reason I was here. She ignored the question and held out a hand. "You must be Jennie's advisor."
Professor Calder looked at the outstretched palm like it might burn him, but eventually he grasped it. He flexed his fingers when Lisa let go.
Professor Calder smiled at me, but it looked more like a sneer. "Miss Kim, if you focused more on the research aspects of your thesis than on the literal, I think you might be more successful. I would advise you to keep your friends from wandering the buildings after hours. As evenings seem to work better for you, I'll see you in two weeks, same time."
He closed the door, leaving Lisa and me alone in the empty hallway. Taking her by the hand, I led her to the stairwell. The steel door closed with a metallic click. I threw my arms around her, burying my face in her neck. Inhaling the welcome scent of her skin, I kissed a path along her throat. If I could occupy her mouth, she couldn't ask questions I might have to lie about.
Lisa stopped the assault when she took my face in her hands. "I don't like that guy. He's like a giant red flag of douche waving around in the air. What happened during that meeting?"
I opened my mouth, but she cut me off.
"And don't say 'nothing' or 'it was fine.' You're not okay."
"Can we leave, please?" I asked.
She tensed. "Did he touch you?"
"What? No!"
"Don't lie to me, Jennie. We've already been there before. I don't like this situation."
"I promise. He offered to help me with my things, but I was already out the door." At least I could be truthful. While Calder's implication had been clear, he hadn't put his hands on me. I couldn't understand how Lisa had picked up on Calder's intentions from their brief interaction.
Appeased by whatever she saw on my face, Lisa took my hand and led me down the stairs. The air outside was cool, and the drop in temperature helped calm me. Wearing a dark scowl, Lisa kept her fingers laced through mine all the way to the car. Students heading to night classes gave us a wide berth. But their eyes would migrate to her, like they couldn't help but stare.
When we arrived at her car, she opened the door and helped me in. As soon as the engine roared to life, she turned to me. "I need you to talk to me, please."
"Thank you for picking me up."
"It was the least I could do after last night." She leaned over and kissed me. I stroked along the seam of her lips with my tongue, seeking entrance. There was only a slight hesitation before she opened for me. Some of her anger dissolved with the intimacy. She was the one to break away first, coming back a few times to press kisses at the edge of my mouth.
"Is that how he is with you all the time?"
"Usually." I toyed with the strap on my messenger bag.
"You shouldn't have to work with that dick. Doesn't he have a supervisor? Can't you switch advisors?"
"There's a process involved in securing an advisor. Finding another one to take me on in the middle of the semester would be difficult. I'd have to start all over," I explained.
From my first official meeting with Calder, I'd contemplated the exact same option, but I hadn't had a good enough reason to push the issue. A lack of warmth or personal connection didn't warrant a change in advisors. Professor Calder might not have been pleasant to work with, but up until now he'd never said or done anything that would be considered unprofessional. Even the inference he'd made at the end of the meeting could have been misconstrued. None of the rumors about him had been substantiated as far as I could tell. Issuing a complaint could result in forfeiting my spot in the program. I couldn't afford to lose one of the few things in my life meant to give me purpose and drive. Although right now it was causing stress more than anything.
Lisa rubbed her forehead. "I don't like this."
"I'll be fine, Lisa. I only have to meet with him twice a month, probably less after I get things sorted out. I can hold my own."
"That's the thing, though, kitten. You shouldn't have to. You've dealt with enough already." She looked so conflicted, like she couldn't understand why things like this happened to me.
But the answer was clear. Karma doled out punishment in increments for the lies I couldn't face. I just hoped karma wouldn't take Lisa away from me, too.
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