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“You have tons of friends.” I shake my head.
“Yeah, but like,realfriends. All the kids at school think I’m funny, but they don’t really like the same stuff I do. Connor and I actually have things in common.”
“I see.” I chew on the inside of my cheek. I wish I could tell him that he can hang out with Connor sometime. But honestly, I’m not sure if Dr. Banks would ever allow that.
“It’ll be weird with you being home every evening.” Dorian looks up from his plate to meet my gaze. “In a good way.”
I smile. “Yeah, I know. Maybe we can have movie nights sometimes. I think I can probably swing a Netflix subscription.”
“Sweet!” Dorian beams. He stands to his feet and picks up his plate. “This will be super cool. I won’t have to be babysat by a lady with one foot in the grave, either.”
Rolling my eyes, I open the lid of the trash can for him to drop the paper plate into the trash. “She doesn’t have one foot in the grave.”
“Yeah, okay.” He snorts. “The live starts in twenty minutes. I’m going to go shower.”
“Okay, well, I’ll talk to you after.”
He heads down the hallway, giving me a little wave over his shoulder and then disappears into the bathroom.
I sigh, standing alone in the kitchen. The rare moment of peace is followed by a pang of loneliness.
More free time means more time to think.
Yay.
I finish cleaning up what little there is in the kitchen and then head for my room, grabbing up my backpack on the way. I sling it over my shoulder, nearly laughing as I pass the bathroom.
Dorian’s voice carries over the sound of the water as he sings a song I don’t recognize. He’s got talent, but he’d kill me if he knew I heard him.
Flipping on the light in my room, I take in the old, quilted bedspread that was once my parents’. It’s a faded blue color with floral prints of pink and green and has to be older than me. Wrapping up in the material has brought me more security than just about anything else.
I set my bag on the bed and pull out my reading assignment from my lit class, climbing onto the bed and getting comfortable.
But as soon as I open the book to the marked page, my mind swirls.
What will it be like being a TA for Dr. Banks?
I imagine sitting in his office with him, tense silence filling the room between papers shuffling. My stomach churns as I think of Dr. Banks sitting there at his desk, eyeing me over those dark rimmed glasses that he always wears. My thighs clench as I think of his gaze trained on me, raking over my figure.
“Ms. Everett.”I hear his voice in my mind, raspy and oozing with lust.
I shut my eyes, the book sliding to the left of me as I lean back against the pillows. I don’t know what it is about Dr. Banks that makes my body react in this way, and my hand glides along my stomach, making its way lower.
I wish this was Dr. Banks touching me.
But just as I reach the top of my jeans, I stop, my eyes fluttering open.
No. This is so wrong.
No matter how much I like thinking about Dr. Banks, Ihaveto stop. Now, he’s not only my professor, he’s myboss,too.
12
Aiden
She’s early.
And I can’t even hide my surprise. I can’t think of a time that Ms. Everett has ever been early in the brief time that I’ve known her. That being said, I don’t show it, nor do I let myself think that it’s going to be the norm.
