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I don’t understand why he keeps trying. It should be obvious we aren’t good for each other.
“Why aren’t you dancing?” Beth asks, taking my phone from me.
“Because I was on my phone,” I snap.
“So, you’re drunk texting instead? Stop texting,” she says.
I snatch it back. “Go back to the guy who caught your attention. I’m not in the mood for this.”
She rolls her eyes. “Put your phone away!”
As she walks away, my phone lights up and the message he sends makes my throat tight.
I know where you are. I’m on my way. Don’t drive.
No. No, what’s he doing? Is he insane!
He’s not allowed to come. He was a one-night stand, and he’s my professor, which means we’re not allowed to see each other outside the classroom. He’s not allowed to talk to me unless there are rows of other students between us.
Don’t come here. I don’t want to see you.
He doesn’t answer, so I start texting him back to back.
I’m serious.
I’ll scream if I see you.
You’re my professor. MY PROFESSOR!
He doesn’t answer at all and I grit my teeth. Perhaps there were some things that happened in our night together that I forgot, because I can’t remember agreeing with his being in charge and calling the shots.
Maybe he’s full of shit and doesn’t really know where I am. But I already know. I can sense it the pit of my stomach as it weaves into a knot.
He’s coming to get me.
Danielle catches my eyes, and I head over to her. My steps are sloppier than I would like. Perhaps I can convince her to go to another bar. I get halfway to her when a strong hand grabs mine and spins me around.
My stomach lurches and I brace myself on the person. “Too fast.”
“And you’re too drunk. Let’s go,” a hard, domineering voice replies.
Slowly, I peek up as cold horror grips me. I stare up at Dr. Hayes. He doesn’t really look like the professor I saw earlier today. He still has on jeans, but he’s wearing a T-shirt. Like the night we met.
Why didn’t I ask what he did for a living? Why didn’t I ask a million more questions before making out with him and telling him to take me somewhere private?
“I’m not going anywhere with you,” I argue and try to break free from his hold.
“You want to,” he disagrees, holding up my hand as it laces with his. “Stop being difficult, Emily.”
“Or what?” I demand.
His eyes darken. “Don’t push me, Kitten. I’ll put you over my knee, even if you’re the best writer in my class.”
“I am not! Don’t flatter me just because you fucked me,” I hiss.
His jaw tightens as he glowers down at me. He takes a step back, my hand still in his, and I find myself following him. When we get to the door, he points at my phone. “Text your friends and tell them you’re spending the night with a stranger.”
“Ew. No. I don’t talk like that,” I hiss.
