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“No, nothing like that.” I giggle. “The most exercise I get is lifting the remote to the TV.”
“Really? You’re in incredible shape,” she marvels.
I glance at Liam again, only this time, she catches me.
“You keep looking at him,” she comments. “Is he your boyfriend?”
I shake my head vigorously. “No way. He’s my professor.”
Her eyes widen. “That’s even better. The way he’s looking at you, he’s obviously interested. He can’t take his eyes off you,” she adds.
“He is definitely not into me,” I assure her.
“Let’s find out?”
She pulls me in for a kiss before I can respond, literally lifting me off the ground. I’m shocked, not only at the fact that a chick is kissing me, but also at how soft her lips are. She pulls away and grins at me, nodding in Liam’s direction, who, sure enough, looks like he’s about to explode—whether it be with rage or semen, I’m not sure yet.
“Come with me,” she whispers, her blue eyes sparkling. “This will really get him going.”
She grabs my hand and leads me out the back, into one of the private rooms. I bite down on my grin, enjoying making Professor Sullivan a little jealous. So long as I don’t take things too far, there’s nothing wrong with a little teasing.
What could possibly go wrong?Chapter FiveLiamI walk back over to the bar, abandon my scotch and order a soda water instead. Drinking too much would not be a good idea, because, aside from the fact that I drove here tonight, I get the feeling that this is going to be much more entertaining if I can actually remember what happened. But then again, maybe remembering is overrated. Becca seems to be taking the opposite approach to me and drinking everything in sight.
I look up and see she’s returned from her private session where God knows what went on. I study her, trying to work out from her appearance alone whether anything happened. I’m not sure whether I’m jealous or turned on at the thought of her fooling around with another woman. Both maybe?
I can’t help but feel this is my fault. I was having so much fun, messing with her head, but maybe I’ve been riding her too hard. I cough and shift my stance, my cock twitching at the thought of riding her at all. I’d be lying if I said this was the first time I’d thought about her like that. Far from it. I rub my eyes and force myself to think about anything other than Becca, bent over my desk, but now it’s there, at the forefront of my brain, she’s all I can think about.
Lifting myself off the barstool, I slowly walk toward where she’s sitting in an oversized leather armchair. The guys sit nearby, cheering on a few dancers who are working the stage. But just as it’s been all night, it’s Becca I can’t take my eyes off.
As she sways her body softly to the music, all I can think about is how sexy it was watching her dance. The other chick might as well have been invisible, because all I saw was Becca. I don’t know what it is about her that has me so mesmerized, but she’s so much more than just a pretty face.
Her confidence and witty remarks are a huge turn on and I love how she doesn’t seem to care what anyone thinks. I mean, any other girl would show some level of embarrassment over meeting their professor in a strip club, but Becca just rolled with it. It’s like seeing me here hasn’t fazed her at all. She glances at me, still keeping up her sway, her eyes narrowing slightly as I sit down next to her.
“It hasn’t bothered you at all, running into me here, has it?” I ask her.
She looks up at me, her lips rolling into a smile.
“You almost sound disappointed by that.”
“I’m impressed, actually,” I say after a moment. “Though I do wonder if you’re really as calm and in control as you appear, or whether that’s just what you want me to think. Maybe underneath all that calm, there’s a fire waiting to erupt?”
“Wow. And I think I just realized how big a cock you really are,” she says.
“Are, or have?” I chuckle when her mouth twitches. “I like you, Becca.”
“Because I say what I think?”
I nod. “Among other things. You speak your mind, no matter what. That’s really hard to find.”
“Yeah, well, my mouth gets me into trouble more often than not,” she admits.
“I bet it does,” I say with a smirk.
I watch her react to my comment with amusement. She’s flustered, so I know I’m getting under her skin, but she has a comeback for everything. I like that she reacts to me. I’m not just saying things to get a rise out of her, either. I mean every word of it. She’s so different, so refreshing than anyone else I’ve met. I’m drawn to her and I want to get to know her more. Being her professor is a complication, but it’s not impossible.
