Once again. his eyes met mine with an intensity that burned me alive. If the large bulge in his pants was anything to go by, he was as turned on as I was by our little conversation. I wanted to reach out and palm him, to feel the steel outline of him pressing into my stomach, hear him groan my name, and feel him thrusting deep inside me.
“I’m counting on it, but nothing happens on campus, and it’s our secret. No one can know; not your friends, or classmates, even your best friend, not even Gloria. No one. What happens behind closed doors and between the sheets stays there, and not until the legal shit is out of the way.”
Moist heat began to pool at his words. I wouldn’t have been more aroused if his mouth was devouring mine, his fingers were inside my panties and he was pushing me down on the desk.
“When, then?” I asked feverishly.
“Let’s meet every Friday night. I’ll let you know where.”
I was certain of two things as I turned to leave; I was so turned on I could barely walk, and I couldn’t wait to get naked underneath my hot professor.
“And, Addison?”
I paused and glanced over my shoulder. “Yes?”
“Call me Jax. Always in your thoughts, but also when we’re alone. I want to hear you say it.”
Excitement and anticipation exploded and filled up every cell of my being. I should be scared, but I wasn’t. I pulled my lower lip between my teeth and nodded. It was all I could do to stay where I was without running to him and demanding he put his hands all over me; begging for that glorious mouth to ravage mine. My mind and flesh were screaming. My mouth was salivating. I knew he would be a magnificent and commanding lover.
“And, start sitting in the first couple of rows in the auditorium. I want to look at you, even if I can’t touch you.”
“But, how will I explain it to Michelle? I was the one who insisted on sitting halfway up.”
“I don’t give a shit how you explain it, as long as you don’t tell her the real reason.”
I inhaled deeply and let it out in a long sigh. I had a feeling this was only the first of many demands. “Fine. See you in class… Jax.”
I walked out of his office and closed the door behind me, smiling secretly as I walked down the hall. I couldn’t wait until the next class. Thankfully, it was only a few hours… but oh, my God; how would I explain the new seating arrangement to Michelle?
6
“Er…. Let’s sit closer to the front this time,” I hedged, moving down closer to the front of the room.
Michelle was perplexed. “Wait… What?” She frowned and stopped dead on the stairs, stemming the flow of students. “But I thought—” she pointed over her shoulder and back up a few rows. “You didn’t want to sit in front before.”
I hadn’t seen her since my meeting with Dr. Michaels. Jax, my mind prompted; he wants me to think of him as Jax. I was just worried I’d slip up and call him Jax to my friends, especially my overly inquisitive BFF.
“Yeah, but I’m sick of Brandy and her consistent drooling over the professor,” I shot back offhandedly. “Aren’t you tired of it, too?”
“I’m sure the bimbos stepping on their tongues up front will be loads better.” Her tone was droll, but I rolled my eyes and nodded my head in the direction I wanted to go.
“Come on, Michelle!” My tone became urgent when the seats I’d originally wanted were taken by two other young women, one of them being the redhead from the first day, who we now knew as Stacia Kelly. She’d been equally obnoxious in her attempts to get the sexy professor’s attention in every subsequent class. If he only wanted to screw someone, no doubt he’d have ample opportunities. He could violate her forward, backward, sideways, and ten times on Sunday with the snap of his elegant long fingers. I couldn’t help the rush of pleasure that erupted at the thought that he’d chosen me, but then I remembered our privacy pact.
Stacia was only taking this class to get close to Jax and didn’t have aspirations to be a published author as I did, and he wouldn’t have the leverage over her to keep it secret. In fact, she would probably brag about any liaison with anyone and everyone who was willing to listen. Doubt nagged at me in regard to his motives as I picked out two other seats, but off to one side. I mean, I was unable to think of myself as such a good writer that I would stand out in a sea of others. I grabbed the sleeve of my friend’s shirt and tugged her toward them.
“Over there,” I demanded, rushing forward and weaving in and around other students.
“What’s with you today, Addy? Could it have anything to do with your meeting with Dr. Sexy Pants?” she pressed as she followed me down the stairs toward my objective.
“Yes,” I blurted, then paused. “I mean,” I moved into the fourth row on the right of the platform. “No.” I sat down and proceeded to unzip my book bag and removed my MacBook Air.
Michelle stood in front of her seat and stared down at me. “Spill,” she commanded.
I glanced up briefly through hooded lids, then concentrated on booting up my computer. “Nothing much to tell,” I said casually.
She didn’t move and her jaw shot out. “Uh huh, I’m not buying, Addy. What about your grade?”
I focused on my screen. “A plus,” I admitted, trying my best to keep from grinning outright.
“Oh, my gaaawwwwdddd!” she exclaimed plopping down her book bag and taking her seat. “I knew it!”
“It’s a relief, that’s for sure.”
“Is that the real reason we’re sitting up front?” Michelle asked.
“Dr. Michaels asked me to sit closer, since he knows I’m one of the serious students,” I offered, leaving out the juicy bits of my meeting.
“Why didn’t you just say so?” Michelle didn’t bother to hide her exasperation. “I’m surprised you didn’t just text me about it. Geeze!”
“I had to finish my assignment for my sociology class. I went straight to the library afterward.” It was true; I did go to the library, but I didn’t get anything done on my sociology assignment. I’d been too jazzed about the prospect of my book possibly getting published and the coming Friday evening meeting with the professor.
My phone vibrated in my book bag and I reached down to pull it out.
Are you seated in front?
My brows shot up and my heart stopped. It had to be from Jax though I didn’t recognize the number. My lips pressed together as I read the message. I made a mental note to add him to my contacts later once I was away from Michelle. I quickly typed out my response.
Yes.
His response came back instantly.
Where?
Fourth row back. Right Side.
He didn’t respond and I put my phone away.
“Was that Dan?” Michelle wanted to know.
He was a pre-med student we’d met at a party the previous weekend. He’d asked for my number, but I knew she was interested in him. I could have easily used him for an excuse, but knew Michelle would probably be upset, so I decided against it.