Page 6 of My Downfall

I step toward her, my lips ghosting along the shell of her ear and I get my first real smell of her. She smells like those flowers my mom grows in the garden — well, has the gardener grow; heaven forbid my mother get her hands dirty. They’re ones I used to pick for the table when I was a kid.

What were they called? They were so fucking sweet.

Sweet peas.

She’s my very own sweet pea.

“I know I could, baby girl. Unfortunately for you, you’ll have to stick with the fumbling kids you’re used to.”

“We’ll see.” She skips to her desk.

I am totally screwed.

Mia

Mia: What does it mean when your professor talks to you about your clit?

Harper: WTF?

Mia: So it means something, then?

Ava: Are you being serious right now?

Bella: I just spat my coffee over my keyboard

Mia: Hudson told me he could find my clit and called me baby girl

Harper: I need to sit down

Bella: Being called baby girl is the best

Ava: Really, Bella?

Bella: What? It is

Harper: Biggerfish right now

Mia: I’m totally sleeping with him

Harper: NO

Bella: NO

Ava: NO!

Mia: Well, that was unanimous

Chapter Five

Hudson

I finally took my own advice and stayed away from her. Well, as away from her as I can when I have to teach her several times a week. But for the last week my interactions with her have been limited. I’ve refused to engage in her wild comments, even if they have made me twitchy with the need to spank her.

Fuck, does she need a good spanking.

The only thing I haven’t been able to do is keep my eyes off her. I know every time she crosses her legs, every time she chews on the end of her pen; every breath, every blink, it’s all cataloged in my mind and replayed when I make myself come each night.

It doesn’t help that she’s smart — seriously smart. The assignment I’m currently marking is one of the best I’ve read. I can’t fault it and it pisses me off. I don’t need her being perfect. I need to not want her.