I hoped so.
Moving closer to her, I took the record from her hands and set it down on my old gramophone to play.
“Dance with me.”
“That’s how I ended up naked in your bed the first time.”
“I know,” I told her, flashing my best smile.
I took her hand, and once again it was like I was on fire. Just touching her had that effect on me. It was crazy. She broke out into laughter as we let the ‘70s take over. She no longer seemed shy about dancing as we both jumped around each other. Whenever she laughed, I felt the urge to laugh with her. She was… beautiful.
As the song slowed down, I pulled her in, spinning her around. She landed so close to my lips. What was this? Why did I want to kiss her again so badly? I didn’t even know her last name, and yet it was like every part of me was crying out for her. She swallowed slowly as though she was fighting the same battle I was.
Finally, I took the risk and kissed her. It was supposed to be a soft, simple kiss. But I couldn’t even control that. Her tongue slipped into my mouth, and I gripped her ass, lifting her up. Her legs circled around me as I pushed her up against the wall. I could feel her pulling at my pants as I shoved her skirt back up.
“Just a quickie,” she said to me between kisses.
“Yeah, just a quickie, to get it out of our systems,” I nodded, turning her around and remembering how good she felt last night.
“Mmmm,” she moaned with her hands on the wall, as I slammed her hard from behind.
Her back arched, and my hands slipped the shirt she wore, my shirt, from her shoulders.
Groaning in frustration at not being able to take off her bra, I simply pulled it down to where her skirt was instead, and enjoyed the feel of her in my hands. Every part of her was real and mine. Leaning back against me, she moaned into my mouth as we passionately kissed.
“Ahh!” she moaned, as I pushed us both against the wall.
So fucking good, I thought to myself. I simply couldn’t get enough of her.
“Levi,” she called out for me, and I brushed her hair aside, bringing her head back to my face.
“Scream my name,” I told her.
“Make me,” she challenged.
She was perfection.
“This is crazy, right?” I finally whispered, putting my car in park beside her truck.
“What?” she asked quietly.
“The fact that we had sex, I can’t even count the amount of times, and yet, I still want you,” I confessed, leaning back against my seat.
“Yeah, it’s crazy,” she muttered, then she went silent. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, she spoke. “I don’t know, maybe there was something in those drinks… because I’m not saying I don’t want you either.”
“You aren’t looking for a relationship are you? Because I can’t—”
“Believe me, I can’t handle a relationship,” she replied, cutting me off.
For a moment, I felt as though we were on the same page. What could be the worst thing that happened if I ask for sex? Sex seemed to be all she wanted as well.
“How about we just… I don’t know, fuck for the next week? I don’t have to work until next Monday, and maybe by then we’ll—”
“Have it out of our systems?”
I looked at her and nodded with a laugh.
“Just one week?” she verified.
“One week. Sex, food, us, and then, we get back to reality.”
She went quiet for a moment, and then grinned widely. “That’s dangerous Levi. I’m going to ruin all other women for you.”
“It’s a risk I’m willing to take.”
“How about we alternate days? We’ll spend tomorrow night at my place and then the day after at yours?” she asked me.
“Sure,” I said as smoothly as possible. On the inside, I was dancing like a mad man.
She reached into my pants and grabbed my cell phone, after she made a point of grabbing another part of me first. I smirked but didn’t say anything.
“Do you like cats?”
“Like pussy?” I asked innocently.
She looked at me with a blank expression before we both broke out into a fit of laughter.
“No, like normal cats, with four legs, fur and whiskers.”
“I don’t hate cats,” I said.
“Okay, I only ask because I have one. I just wanted to make sure that you weren’t allergic or something or that it isn’t going to be a problem,” she said, placing my phone back into my pocket. “I put my number in your contact list. Come over around eight tomorrow night.”
“You just moved to Boston?” I asked.
“Yes and no,” she replied, dismissing the question. “I’ll see you at eight, Levi, and don’t be late,” she said, kissing my cheek before getting out.
For some reason, I knew this was going to be the best week of my life.
CHAPTER THREE
P R E S E N T
THEA
For the entire duration of the lecture, my thoughts were filled only by him… and not in the way they should have been. How could I have missed the fact that he was a professor? I thought he was just a lawyer. When I saw the law books in his house, I wanted to ask him more about it but held myself back. I wonder why he never said he was also a university professor. Should I have pressed him more?
“This class is still too big,” he said as he paused.
Crossing his arms, he leaned against his desk and looked over the rows of seats, his eyes scanning all of our faces. When his eyes met mine, they narrowed in what appeared to be disgust, and an anger so intense, I wanted to turn away. It was as though he was screaming at me to get out. But I wasn’t going to move, I wasn’t going to just let him bully me out of his class, sex or no sex.
“How many of you have heard of the Zukerman Case?” he asked, and a little over half of the class raised their hands. I, unfortunately, was not included in that half.
“All of you who didn’t raise your hands, you can go now,” he stated.
One by one they grabbed their bags and laptops. Once more, I was not included in the group despite my qualification. With my phone in my lap, I began Googling as quickly as I could.
“Ms. Cunning, did you not hear me?” he called, causing me to jump.
“This a law class right? Don’t I get to plead my case?” I contested.
His eyebrow raised. “You wish to plead your case as to why you deserve to be here when you aren’t prepared?”
“Yes.”
“Well then, plead away. You have one minute.”
Standing up, every head in the room turned to face me. “You asked us to raise our hands about the Zukerman Case and yet you did not clarify or specify which one you were referring to.”
I heard a few snickers, but I knew he wasn’t amused. “Wouldn’t it be obvious? It was one of the most high profile cases of this year.”
“Yes it was, but so was the Zukerman Case of 1956,” I replied. “The syllabus we picked up said this is criminal law of not just recent history, but the past as well. I could have raised my hand because I knew of a Zukerman Case, however, that would have made me seem like a fool or a liar if your follow up question was in relation to the details of the case.” I licked my lips before continuing. “Between the Zukerman Case and a Zukerman Case, it’s impossible to know which specific case you were referring to since no further details or clarifications were provided. Hence the reason why I did not raise my hand, Professor Black.” I stood tall, trying not to look as nervous as I felt.