“Yeah, he remembers.” Hazel laughs, sitting back in her chair as I fumble with my notebook. Professor…Jim starts the lecture. I try to push the memory of his hands on me to the back of my mind and focus on taking notes.
Finally, class ends and everyone begins to shuffle out. I gather my things into my backpack, and Hazel and I stand to leave when I hear my name. “Violet, can I speak to you for a minute?”
“Uh oh. Someone’s been a bad student. Better get ready for your spanking,” Hazel teases. I nudge her, and she waves me off, telling me she’ll see me at home. I bite the inside of my cheek, reining in my nerves as the last student exits the lecture hall. When the door closes, he angles his body toward me and smiles wide.
“Hey, how’s it going?” He stands with his hands tucked away in his pockets.
His cheeky grin makes me fidgety, and my hands suddenly start to tug at my shirt. “Great. So great. And you?” Wow, that couldn’t have sounded any lamer.
“Good. Same. How was class today?” Okay, maybe I’m not the only nervous one. “Yeah, that was a strange thing to ask. Sorry. It’s just…I don’t make it a habit to pick up students at parties, and it’s technically frowned upon, but I enjoyed you—liked you…you know what I mean.”
I’m enjoying his nervousness. It allows me not to feel so shy. “I did too.”
His eyes light up. “You did! Good! So…well, I was thinking…maybe we can grab a bite to eat sometime.”
He just asked me out. Shit…
“Or not. If it’s not appropriate.”
“No! I mean, yes. I mean…sure.” I mentally facepalm.
“Great, so maybe this—”
“Excuse me, Professor Wells?” a tiny brunette interrupts us, and he shuts down, going into teacher mode. I take that as my goodbye, wave to his back, and head home. I’m not sure how I feel about what just transpired. I’m happy he asked me out. He’s cute and quirky, and I think he would be a great solution to release my sexual frustration, but my purpose for finding that cure was to find someone more my age. More appropriate. More…not so taboo and naughty and so, so wrong for me. My mood goes from high to low as I trek back to the dorms, unsure where I go from here. My safest option is to hit up a sex shop and buy everything that vibrates. When I get back to the dorm, Hazel is in the shower. I settle in, smelling the huge bouquet of roses sitting on her desk. Since I’m nosy, I open the card and read it.
Behave, or I’m coming up there and setting you straight.
-Dad
Oh, I wish he would. I’m so fucking horny and confused—and horny! First world problems. I throw myself onto my bed, needing a long nap. Hazel’s computer starts ringing, and I pop my head up. It can only be one person calling.
Do I answer it? Let it go to voicemail? I’m climbing out of bed even while my brain tells me to sit the hell back down and definitely let it go to voicemail. But when have I ever been known to do the right thing? My finger hovers over the keyboard one last second until I accept his call and his gorgeous face fills the screen.
“Hey, baby—”
Surprise spreads across his face. The color of the deepest ocean disappears behind his dilated pupils. “Violet…” My name in that husky tone rolls off his tongue.
“Hi, Mr. Winters. Hazel’s in the shower. Do you want me to have her call you when she’s out?”
He looks so appetizing in his fancy suit, the first two buttons of his dress shirt unbuttoned. I fight not to lick the screen. Why does her dad have to be so hot? And enticing? And on my mind constantly?
“I was calling to see if she got my flowers.” The way he’s watching me, it’s as if he’s asking me if I got my flowers. A tickle in my belly has me crossing my legs.
“Yeah, she got them. They’re beautiful.”
“Good. I’m glad you like them. Did she read the card?” His exquisite voice holds so much power and dominance. I bet he’s the take-no-prisoners kind in the business world too. It’s probably why they’re so wealthy.
“Yep. Behave, or you’re coming to unload lots of spankings.” Why, Violet, why? Darkness overshadows his eyes, and his lips thin. Which they should. That was very inappropriate. “So, want me to have her call you?”
“Tell me more about this psychology professor of yours.”
Huh? How does he—oh yeah. Friday night’s drunk call. Shit. “Oh, it’s nothing. I doubt it will go anywhere.”
“Good. It shouldn’t.”
“Why?”
Mr. Winters leans back in his large office chair, rubbing at the back of his neck. He looks tired, probably overworked. “Because he shouldn’t be bothering you. You’re young and easily manipulated.”
Ahhh, there’s the shot to the heart. A quick pop of my fantasy bubble. Too young. And here I am, thinking Heath could possibly be into me. Maybe it’s just me trying too hard and overthinking too much. Or maybe this is me truly becoming what my mother always pinged me as. A temptress.
“Well, I’m not sure age is an issue. He seemed very interested in me and asked me out after class today.” I’m not sure why I revealed that information. Trying to make a middle-aged man jealous only further proves what a temptress I am.
“And what did you say?” His intense stare holds me captive. My mouth suddenly feels dry, and I’m not sure whether to be truthful or lie.
I shrug off the weirdness and go with the truth. “I told him yeah, why not. He seems like a nice guy. Not sure what we’re doing is all around legal, but I’ll give it a try.” His silence makes me squirmy. When he still doesn’t say anything, words start falling out of my mouth before I can stop them. “I don’t know. I feel like he would be good. Fun. I like the excitement of knowing we’re possibly doing something wrong. A bit forbidden. He has a nice smile and smells good.” Hang up, Violet.
He’s still lip-locked. My only hope is the screen froze, and he didn’t hear a word I said.
“Do you think he would know how to take care of you in the ways you need?”
So much for thinking he didn’t hear me. His question catches me off guard. I can hear an underlying message in it. Am I crazy and reading too much into this? His eyes are smoldering. He licks his bottom lip, his thumb rubbing against his chin. My eyes fall to his lips, then follow his thumb as it trails back and forth. My sex swells. All I want is for him to put his thumb in my mouth and make me gag on it as if it were his—
“I don’t think he would have the slightest idea about what I want or need.”
The truth falls from my lips. There’s a short pause as his expression turns dark. “Tell Hazel to call me.”
He hangs up.
Fuck.
Heath
I take a sip of the most expensive bourbon they sell here, enjoying the smoothness as it travels down my throat. Exquisite, the elite private sex lounge, is quiet tonight, give or take some working girls and business associates. This place typically calms me. Even if I’m not in the mood to play, I enjoy the view and a nice glass of bourbon. But tonight, I’m wound tight and in a shit mood.
“I’m thinking of taking up a new girl.” My oldest friend, Gabriel, sits beside me with a cigar in hand, his eyes locked on a girl dancing in the corner.