The office door closed and I slowly exhaled. “I thought professors were only friends on campus,” I leaned over in a playful whisper.
“Most of them are. Not us,” he replied, and I nodded in understanding.
“So you’re friends then? You andChase?” I asked for clarification with a hint of suspicion. “Or like…morethan friends?” I insinuated, and his calm expression turned into an intrigued one.
“Chase and I are friends, Dakota,” he stated, and I smiled, nodding. “Nothing more.”
“Right,” I cleared my throat—not believing him—as I stood.So, you’re telling me two hot guys are just casually living together? Yeah, right. Okay, fine. Maybe they are. But teasing Professor Hale just seemed like so much more fun.
“Where’s your bathroom?” I asked, looking down at him.
After he gave me directions, I followed them precisely until I reached their bathroom. I finished up inside and stepped out but nearly froze when I sawChaseheading for the stairs withMuscle Manfrom the club. He must be who Chase was looking for.Kaden.
The bonus was the fact thatChasewas shirtless, showing his muscular back.Holy shit. They’re going to be so much fun to play with.
I snuck back into Professor Hale’s office and we continued, except this time, there was way more tension than before. When our gazes met and lingered, when his fingers brushed against mine sending spikes of heat through my body, or when his eyes stayed glued to my lips as I spoke.
The room had suddenly gotten smaller, and warmer.
It was time for him to quiz me and I got to my feet, pacing up and down as I answered. When he asked the last question, I turned my back on him so that he didn’t see the uncertainty on my face.
I answered slowly—reluctantly—and could feel his presence draw closer.
“That’s correct,” he eliminated the space between us until I could feel his entire body mere inches from me. His hips grazed my ass and the strong desire to arch my back crept up my spine. But, I didn’t. I refrained. Strong willpower and all that.
“You’rereallygood at what you do,Professor,” I admitted.
“I’m aware,” he murmured, his fingers gently tucking my hair behind my ear. His fingertips trailed down the side of my neck and over my shoulder, goosebumps following suit.
A lustful chill raced down my spine at the close contact. It was like my skin was burning and every little touch from him sparked the fire inside of me.
“You did exceptionally well today, Dakota. I’m quite proud of your progress.”Yeah, you better fucking be. Forcing me to concentrate with those big hands, not to mention Mr. Back Muscles and Dwayne The Rock Johnson upstairs.
“I’d like us to accomplish a lot more in our next session,” he said, his fingertips tracing a line down the side of my arm and I nodded in agreement.Me fucking too.
The traitorous warmth my belly had been brewing slipped between my thighs in liquid heat, dampening my panties. My mouth slightly opened when his lips grazed the shell of my ear.
Subtly, my thighs clashed together as a tightness formed in my chest. “I—“ My cell phone’s screen lit up and I looked down, seeing a text from my mother.
“Wednesday, right?” I cleared my throat, whipping around to face him. I reached down, picking up my phone and he nodded.
“Yes.”
My mom’s text read,‘Have you seen my gold necklace?’which was code for‘Your father is losing it, sweetheart, don’t come home’.
“I need to go,” I blurted out, grabbing my bag, laptop, and notebook. “Mom says I’m late for dinner,” I lied, not meeting his eyes.
“I’ll walk you out.” He placed his hand on my lower back, holding suspicion in his eyes.
FOUR
DAKOTA
It was the day of the car wash fundraiser, and I was beyond nervous.
The cheerleaders and I always held various fundraisers to help organizations we supported, for example, helping single mothers, getting women their necessary hygiene products, feeding homeless children, et cetera.
“You ready?” Daisy asked in a sing-song manner as she appeared at my side. Her long blonde hair glistened in the sunlight, as she strode alongside me with her bright smile reaching her soft green eyes.