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“Well, like I said before your interview, I knew you’d be great at it.”
“Yes,” she says slowly, “when you called me kid.”
I chuckle. “I did, didn’t I? Did that bother you?”
She looks at me like she’s calculating her response. But instead of answering, she looks down at my untouched plate of food.
“You haven’t eaten.”
“No, I haven’t,” I say, looking at the plate before bring the tumbler to my lips for another sip of whiskey. “Not really hungry… for food.”
“So”—she clears her throat—“are you enjoying teaching?”
“Enjoying it? I wouldn’t go that far. Then again, I met you through it.”
“Ah, yes, your favorite student,” she says in a teasing manner.
“You think I don’t mean that?”
“It’s not that. I think that I’m your favorite for a reason though.”
I lean forward, resting my hands on the table. “And what reason would that be, Miss James?”
She blushes, something I’ve come to realize is a tell when she’s turned on.
“Um, well, the reasons you listed in the car the other night.”
“I’m afraid I don’t know what you’re referring to.” I give her a look that says I have no idea what you’re talking about. She doesn’t give in. Her eyes dart away from mine like she’s too embarrassed to say the reasons out loud. “Oh, you mean because I wanted to know what your pussy tastes like? Or because I’ve imagined your face when you’re coming probably a hundred times by now?”
She shifts nervously in her seat, glancing around the restaurant. “People can hear you.”
I shake my head. “Relax, sweetheart, they’re too caught up in their own conversations to listen to us.” I take another sip of my liquor, finishing it off. “Tastes fucking delicious by the way. Exquisite. Mouthwatering.” I lean back in my chair again, reliving the flavor of her, my jaw clenching as I salivate.
“So is that the only reason? That I’m your favorite?”
“No, far from it actually. You are bold and as much as you are hard on yourself, you do think for yourself. You navigate your way through your own arguments, starting off with a preconceived idea, then worming your way through it till you find your own thoughts and opinions on it. It’s refreshing; you are refreshing, Presley. We need more young people like you to run this world.”
Her blush is back and this time it’s because of a compliment, something else that I’ve come to recognize about her. She doesn’t quite recognize her own worth yet.
“Thank you,” she says quietly.
“Now we both know that I’m not actually your favorite professor, but for now, let’s just keep letting me believe that.” I wink and it makes her giggle. “I’ll have Wes drop you at home on my way back to the office if you’re finished?”
“I am and thanks, that would be great.”
We exit the restaurant and slide into the back of my car, then Wes navigates into traffic.
“I would apologize for making you uncomfortable at lunch talking about how tasty you are, but I’m not sorry.”
“I didn’t ask you to apologize… or to be sorry.”
“Good. And don’t forget about our workout date tonight.”
“Ugh,” she groans.
“Tsk, tsk. You’re the one that chose to be a good girl, so that means you show up and you don’t complain.”
“I never agreed to no complaining.”
